I normally do not find November very motivating… It often feels like a pre-Crimbo limbo with its short, dark days and invasion of corny adverts.
However… I have recently been reminded that I have a lot to be grateful for.
That it is easy to find happiness if I stop looking.
That even the cloud-encompassed times can be beautiful and inspire some poetry.
when you can’t lift an eyelid
your child stays inside his dreams’ cloud
and it’s not explosion of the clock
but wistful coffee smell that wakes you up.
You loiter near a bridge fence when someone
asks about your day, sweet smell of
your baby’s neck leads you home.
Sometimes you let your lions rest,
lapse into blissful silence, for once
you face your spiders and bats
and realise that they don’t bite.
You climb up your glass mountain
overlook the golden apples. Sometimes
it takes years of sore knuckles
before you can make good bread.