• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 05


When the humming stirs our conscious
selves we wonder what it is and where it went,
eyes peeled for silent moments and not just

in rural splendour. Sometimes it happens
in kitchens deep inside cities where trees and birds
are thinner on the ground… in the air.

Humming is sister to satisfaction and happy
wanderings elsewhere without the trappings of
uniform jobsworth heart-attacks-on-thresholds.

Something escapes us… runs wild in the bluebells
with careless bare feet desperately seeking
a river to paddle, blossom to smell, and peace.