A line

I throw out a line onto the calm

Of the page and let it sit

Slowly sink as the light breeze

Riffles through my hair

Watch it descend til it can no more

Then reel it in, one word

At a time, first slow then

Piled up atop each other, their

Textures fresh on my tongue, their

Sounds resonant in my ear, their

Colours exuberant. All around me

Sits the Earth and deep within

Sits the Source and running through

Are the words that bring it together.

It is time to pack up my basket

Fold up my seat and let spill the wine

Today's work is done,

Tomorrow's in the dawn, and

Now it's time to return.