Begin Again . . .
I am amazed at times as to where I impose meaning. This picture is an example. Margot has grown it from seed over many many years and, wonder of wonders about 5 years ago, we had the first Bird of Paradise flower. The plant has grown well but see still have only one flower per year at Charistmas time. So when we arrive each December and it has just emerged from its wrapping I get a sense of joining it in its radiance and I have a feeling of joy because of it. Another year and we are still here.
I wrote the piece below at the time, sitting at a port café, reflecting on nothing in particular.
A New Year
Sitting at start of year welcoming
a not at all sure
where the trail of time will lead
Soothed by the boats in port
rocking gently wires pinging in harmony
inducing a slowing rhythm
in my how did this happen place
pleased to watch passers-by
amble to the sounds of the sea
A blue grey sky breezes along
signalling that it is de rigueur
to suspend panic and madness
Just for now
Peter Clarke
2nd Jan 2023
