Above him a sky filled with words
Today he could paint line upon line of poetry
His brush, a single vein poured forth these words
Nature in its nakedness so became his inspiration
The eruption of birdsong melodious to the ear
Scorched earth also where hungry cattle grazed
High in a cloudless sky air craft left behind them silver trails
In silence he watched butterflies flutter by
On a beach close by blazing sunshine burning and bronzing naked flesh
He stopped and mopped his brow.
The dog sipped from his water bowl, continuously seeking sheltered spots to rest
Spiders busily knitting webs to capture the unfortunate fly
Busy bees buzzing from flower to flower
Sea gulls rising so high disappear out of sight
Crows alighting on electrical wires cawing – on line conversation perhaps?
In his off road haven devoid of vehicular traffic, peace abounds
Far off in the distance donkeys braying, cocks crowing
It’s Wednesday 10:00am July 4th 2018
The face of the clock tells him – We have all the time in the world
He sets aside his single vein, closes his book
Sips from a long cool glass.
(c) Chris Black. July 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~