It has suddenly dawned on me
That what I have mistaken for chaotic thoughts
Are in fact parts of a whole-making of me
Moving house into the van and onto the road,
That no longer is
Yet
My destiny
And we remain
Cocooned and safe
In our Moon Cottage
My breathing,
So constricted and light
Let out a sigh of gratitude and
So began the Lockdown
Niggles niggled
I should be doing something
Surely!
I should be helping more than I am
I cannot bear this privilege
My mind begins to warp and weave into patterns of madness
The journey would have
Could have
Should have
Taken all my creativity
Yet we are here
All the answers come from within
Not out there
Turn off the computer and turn off the news
Stop for a moment and
Breathe
For you are not lost in comfort given by a house no longer really yours
But from that place of safety
Perhaps then something can be done
Last night it dawned on me:
I am not going anywhere any time soon
So perhaps there is some use I can be?
Is that not what I have always craved?
I dreamt last night of a kingly lover
Who I could not find
Nwyfre 