The Least of These

Water for Camels

Late one day, at the end of the week, I stood looking out at the city of Birminham through the windows of my 11th floor office. The view was amazing as darkness descended and thousands of lights gave the appearance of a magical world filled with excitement and promise. For someone. Not me. I, however, only felt the exhaustion of a week of crisis, turmoil and problem solving. In other words, I was spent.

I had been embroiled in so many meetings, case staffing and community projects, I hadn’t even started looking at emails for the day. Opening up my mail folder I winced to see 300 emails waiting for me. With a resolute sigh, I scanned them to see if any were emergent as I would hit those first.. I stopped short when I saw an email from the agency stock clerk with no subject line. I don’t normally…

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The vagaries of winter.

Meandering in the landscape of river and wood
Rivetted by the sound of nature
The roar of the river driven on by high winds
Loud groans from trees pulverised by high winds
Eagerly listening for bird song
Birds appeared to be taking their shelter
Dark clouds hovered as though falling from the sky
That eerie feeling yet not frightening
Rain drops, suddenly turn to torrents
Thunder clap, lightening flash, urged shelter.
(c) Chris Black. January 2018.