LAUGHTER IN THE RAIN:

Body coming back on line, surviving French air traffic 
controllers strikes, twelve hour flights, midnight tapas, 
baked in the sun & an attack of something bad coming on
just as we took the stage at Sonar, lasting all through
the night – a stomach disorder fixed by Coca-Cola magic.
The sun in Essex is more beautiful today than I remember,
calling us out to walk amongst Oak & Hawthorn, where the 
vibrant rhythms of twisted sticks & ragged fences cry out 
to be played & danced to. The instruments in my head strike 
up faster than fingers – I have to join in. Last night,
the poetry of travel & re-entry layered with a Marvin Gaye
documentary, last night the combination operated within 
it’s own set of rules & I don’t want to force it to make
any other kind of sense. I have no idea where the journey 
goes, just grateful to still be thrilled to be on it.

(K)