Wrapped beliefs

Crisp brown paper

Tied with string

Beautifully wrapped

Sitting, waiting

Inside a surprise

A secret waits.

Pulling the string,

It falls to the side

Delicately unwrapping

The paper to reveal

A box, closed tightly

With a clasp on the side

Opening slowly

Contents exposed

Full of beliefs

Empty to some

Each unique

In that we trust

Wrapped beliefs

We make our own.

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Feet don’t touch the ground

Alarm wakes me at 5

Doves coos are deafening

Sun ray yet to warm

Dew soaks the grass

Time is of the essence

Walking dog in the woods

No time for delay

Don’t disappear, not today

Kettle boils slowly,

Or is it me in a rush?

Car to the garage

Wait, time ticks again

Then hurry to work

No time for lunch

No time to stop, to breath

To think

Then work finishes

Time for a drink

Too tired, too rushed

Time to sleep

Feet don’t touch the ground

Tomorrow will be slower

And time will wait.

Perfect end

Rushing around,

a hundred miles an hour

hardly time to breathe yet stop.

Phone ringing, emails pinging

people talking loudly.

So much to do, so little time

End of the day is close.

Home again, breathe again

relax kick of my shoes.

Long hot soak,

candles around the bath

bubbles up to my ears,

soft music playing

finally resting

Ice cream with a flake

movie on the screen

curled up with you

a perfect end.

worm

You pull with all your might

I watch as you strain

your little body so intense

you are determined

you heave, you tug

you jerk, you stretch

stubbornly it sticks.

You release slightly

then twist as you heave.

It relaxes

you stumble backwards.

it’s free,  you want to celebrate

you run around the mole hill

others chasing for a share

you stop, stare at them

one swift gulp

it’s gone

now sparrow you are full

of worm.