Calder

Gentle water
Meander down the Calder
Soft greens reflected from your surface
As if another world exists below

Sheltered, as I am, from your future
Falling from the sky
I witness droplets altering your flow

Calming river
My foot numb from your hypnosis
Mind blank, sat shielded
On your shaded bank
Ripples twitching evening glow

Nomadic traveller
I wish that you could take me
Peacefully, I'd cherish every moment
Stay with you
Wherever you may go

Craving Horizontal

Feet up, eyes closed
Lent back
Stool on two legs
Propped against the wall

Head loose
One leg crossed over the other
Bum forward, shoulders reclined
A glazed look out the window

New chair
Padded everywhere
An extra lever for optimum comfort
An extra wheel for maximum glide

Central heating turned on full
Electric light killing the darkness
Forest sounds tweeting through the hi fi
Incense burning hairs in your nostrils

These imitations of lying outside in the grass
Will never be as good
As lying outside in the grass.

Election

We have taken one step back. 
This is not the end of walking, we are not rolling down the hill. 
We may have put our foot in it. 
This IT may be hot coal, from which some scars will always show, some wounds will never heal. 
One day though we will remember this suffering long enough to take a few steps forward. 
We will continue on our path up this great rise. 
Perhaps we'll never see the top but together we can reach a view point. 
Once we learn to hold each other's hand we can stop, stand and watch the sun set. 
At this height let something greater than our selves, our most loyal friend, determine when our path has come to end.