There was a –
dragon and dancing and carving and cup cakes
and raffles and bunting wound right round the
houses we waved at and talking and meeting with feathers
and flowered balloon men who bent them and gave them
to children who used them to sword fight and held up
a pound to amuse them by guessing or laughing
and dipping their fingers to show us a gift from
their shining excitement inviting us joining
with knots and steel bands and with hands
held together we picked up and packed up
our carnival treasures tucked into our costumes
we danced on our way.
In our showery garden, England, early June,
a put-your-feet-up sort of afternoon…
But we’re working hard to fill the yard
with all of our back room.
We’ll manage this clear out to perfection,
to do before precipitation
weakens our determination.
Pick up stuff, pack up stuff,
ponder, put it back perhaps?
Different pathways came together
bringing gifts of our endeavour,
soon the house was full to tipping…
We’ll take some time for contemplation,
not shrugging off or moving on,
but taking stock and making strong.
Scrap an item, save an item,
wonder, fill the bin, collapse!
A merry-busy-fruitful afternoon,
in our showery garden, England, early June.