Engaged Days

My mind must unlock and move, open hinges and grooves

Thoughts sink and swim, leap and dance on waves of emotion. Sleep is lost as I delve and sift the silt of the Moy estuary. Within me lies the fermented stuff. The uncut stones and deposits and debris of old forgotten dreams. Carded by time and lightly woven. Furrowed clouds guard the rain, holding moisture at bay. Even oceans.

When the Heavens open.