The only time I feel alive, is when I’m writing.
Dipped in an unconscious universe,
Lowered gently into a sea to retrieve from the sea bed
A stone, a pebble- precious
Not all of us have the eye for an oyster.
But its the thrill of the dive,
The fascination of eyes wide open under blue water
The ache of awareness living under your skin
That makes all of this worthwhile.