There was so much humidity in the air one day last week, that walking along the river felt like being in a jungle. I rambled on, staying curious to the overgrown wildlife and its ever insightful messages and put them into poetic form in order to process my experience. Good old poetry – where would I be without you?

Wild River

Rapeseed clouds the river air

All over-grown and yellow

There is a closeness I’m aware

whose silent presence bellows

The scent too sweet, I overheat

The birdsong swoops and teeters

We want things to be round and neat

Yet that’s not how life meets us

I choose instead to scan the beds

of tall and proud wild clover

which tells me to say grace instead

of wishing lock-down over

A snail slides past and seems to share

the message ‘slow and mellow’

Rapeseed clouds the river air

All over-grown…