Pauses

Season 3.7: Here, time is a shadow creeping, deadlines are a child stirring, growth is a tree humming.

I.

I leaned upon the rake, listening 
To the light whistling through the apple tree.
“How have you been?”, she sang,
As I counted her dapples 
On the daisy and dandelion lawn. 

A pause in making space to grow,
To receive and hold and wrestle,
The life of summer.

II.

I stood and breathed deep and hard,
Shovel hung cross my waist; grip to step.
Ten heaps to settle the barrow, 
Ten more to see it full. 

A pause lends hope and strength,
That wains with every heave.
“It will not move itself”, I say
And dig, and dig, and dig.

III.
 
Here;
Time is a shadow creeping,
Deadlines are a child stirring,
Growth is a tree humming. 

IV.

I stood and watched the evening’s aches,
At last allowed to fester, 
Weighed the dirt beneath my nails
And laid them on my withered lap,
And listened:

Evening sings, “The day is done”, 
And clacking the padlock back,
I stop.

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Read more from Season 3…

This is the third season of Notes and Noises. If you liked this (or didn’t) why not take a quick look at some of the other posts in the series:

1. Wake Up!

2. All That I Could Do

3. Home

4. To That Tree Atop The Hill

5. On The Way Home

6. Weeds

7. Pauses

8. This Time

9. Be Ready To Do The Thing

10. Tar Isteach

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