I’m better windswept.

I’m better windswept

I’m better windswept

By the cliffs edge with the wind blowing my hair wild and my eyes wide,

The salt seeping into my skin,

The sea and the sky,

The edges here are made softer ,

It’s kinder in the eye,

I’m better at just before dawn,

Sitting excited as the veil lifts,

Washing my face with the morning dew

Fresh

There is space to think

Or when the sun is setting

Dropping into …

The crows gather back to roost noisily announcing

They make me cackle in Joyus wonder every time.

I’m best by myself sat by an old well chatting and watching the bubbles rise.

Or in thick mist trying to disappear and reappear

Or swimming in the sea among the seaweed , the rocks and caves

In wonder

I’m better in wonder