Lying on my back

Holidays call.  It's wet, wet, wet.  I love our verdant land but yet, enough is enough!

I lie on my back

In the cooling pool,

Squinting at the

Floured,  azure sky.

Listening to the rippling leaves

Tugging at the stubborn trees

I welcome the warm winds

Wrapping me in their embrace.

I relish the

sweat dripping,

Eyes squinting,

Skin smarting

From the burn.

The burn! The burn!

I am on holiday!

The open space of a stranger’s land

Offers freedom from attachment,
The comfort of companionship

Yet the loneliness of distance,

And the acknowledgement of

A return –

Refreshed,

Renewed,

Expectant.

August 2010