I recently went camping with my kids out on a friend’s property. The time away reminded me how much I both enjoy and fear human connection and that I need both company and periodical isolation to thrive.
While the kids were roaming around playing, I was able to get some writing in. Shockingly I liked the pieces that flowed out of me on that trip and have decided to share a little bit.

wait until the darkest night
when will hold each other tight
under the stars, everything will feel alright
feeling the flow of our chosen universe in the moonlight

take flight
my blackened knight
chase the rainbow
to claim your fourth right
as the blackened rose withers in plain sight
the demon doth take over the fight
and sends us all into the burning daylight

sprinkles of hope
riding on the waves of dopes
make losing the track a breeze
all the begging is lost
fate freezes the cost
who will rectify the breaking of thee

in green spaces now free
to begin the rebuilding of thee
one breath
one day
at a time
same dream
same sun
same work to be done
always on a loop
forever jumping the same hoops
time giving the shoots and roots
growing one limb at a time
spreading seeds and deeds
bending to nature’s needs
all while spinning around the sun

i need space
but i never get it anyplace
any time
any year
never
there’s always someone near

now came the fun police
gave them all my elbow grease
and never laid bare
to find them
a new day is done
can see more games left to run
thankfully the moon has kissed the sun
in memories, the dreams will now bind them

all is currently calm now
the morning has kissed us all somehow
and awoken to the sound of the breeze
as the engines rumble to life
photographs taken for memories might
hold it all so the energies can flow

running fast and walking slow
taking a spin around the track
learning new ways to know
go around the bog hole
not straight through
being covered in mud
is better than tasting blood
change down a gear
and here’s the power of you

it is called home brand
when you’ve taken what you want
and given what you can
send praise to the mother band
and hail the universe as mum
birthed in an ocean womb
at the end
is a dirt-filled tomb
life cycles as your wheels turn
life goes on as the fuel burns
so, ride as fast as you can
and ride as far out as you dare
breathe in the fast-flowing air
and feel that you are now free

the birds sing
then the engines ring
and the paddock sparks to life
the birds and the children take flight
parents preach as they try to teach it just right
practice and change gears
swallow all the fears
time for another joy ride

passions now read
dread filled thoughts now fled
buzzing along we go
weave through the trees
bending which way, they please
bounce and bend the knees
buzzing along we go
zigzag and rip up
slip and grip through the mud
holding on tight
tip the hips just right
buzzing along we go