Keen





I am keen. On Life.
Every minute every excruciating minutiae
Detail of it.
This afternoon we drove towards home: from Kent to Cornwall
Hot behind car glass because the air con is broken
Open windows sporadically: beautiful relief.
Over Blackhill Downs a cloud had dropped, split like a fallen craft-
Into the mist we drove it was neither
Recognisably, day, night?
The sun was barely shining, a plain disc
Until hilltops: there it glared
And in the valleys, dense, debris vapour
And the evening came. We drove as the sun dipped to the earths’s edge
Seemed to set it on fire: cloud or smoke forming in the sky
The sky:
Rubescent, turquoise, molten gold
Expanse beyond detail
Gestaltist, joyous:
Keen, the experience of everything.


Comments

Jo said…
Kent, where I used to live. to Cornwall, where I honeymooned.
14 April 2015 at 00:13
Dixie@dcrelief said…
Excellent "K" post; loved your prose!
14 April 2015 at 03:01
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you lovely ladies- I'm having no trouble writing these, am very behind on visiting other blogs though- apologies to all!
15 April 2015 at 13:36
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