Pacing the path
Between fig trees and berry bushes
I laugh

With my plodding god
Hands sticky
Grass-stained

The shed our shelter
From the mid-morning
Drizzle

Distant hills
And motorway traffic
Frame our idyll

When I pass a tree
I cannot help but think
You have been here longer than me
Or, at least, you will be

I am not that person anymore
I adored you then
But me, I abhorred

It took time
To find my voice
In kind

I recall those days
Hazy crazy
I do not miss them

Instead
I regret
The things unsaid

Undone

I fell out of love with the girl at the rock show

Ping ping ping
Files everywhere
Words searching seconds
Data we share

Keys constant
Like a melody
The sound surrounds
Bytes in flight

A commotion
Pure noise
In my place of peace

Slide on in
Pick up a rock or two
Sorry about the long journey
And the climb to the igloo

We are happy you are here
Lay back and relax
On track
Sleigh all day