I am in shock with all this relaxation
my friend said to me this morning;
Startled I thought, how could that be?
Could all the tight knots have unravelled too fast,
causing emotions to swing – all lose;
Even a bit giggly or softly smiling
As again she could feel, happiness and breeze.
It took a long gentle sleep filled with dreams,
Dreams of clouds forming shapes in the sky
of walks on soft sand along the sea.
No frightening numbers filled the morning today,
just joy of being, simply being alive.
To see white doves on neighbours roof
and small birds busy feeding in the garden,
On feeders my friend filled last night.
© miriam ivarson