Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
I didn’t want to go straight back to work
After the holiday
So many memories
Still waiting to be processed
After a long day
We sleep
Our brains do
Their filing cabinet thing
What’s working memory
What’s long term
Well
Not mine, not so much
But somethings going on in there
Where’s the weekly version
Where’s the love version
The long break after a week of absorbing
New treasures
Ants and shells and fog
I still need to soak it up
Work it out
Touch every moment
Like gossamer, silk, canvas
All those different textures
Ready to be rubbed across my cheek
Loved
Remembered
I didn’t want to go straight back to work
I want to steep in it
Fall into the rag pile of my
Memories
Make a nest
Rest.