THE PEAS & THE QUIT:
At home in an empty house, doors wide open to encourage Spring.
Not alone. Flu hanging on, throat hacking & cracking, head dizzy,
The peace & the quite, the healing hand of birdsong, wind & rain
& days that take the time they need to get whatever can be done
at a pace that feels right. Boredom, that most necessary of drives,
has at last come to visit, welcome! No longer driven to do & do & do
& keep on doing with no break at the weekend, or justify five minutes
zoning out in front of the tele, not having to explain the need to
‘drift’ & see what where it takes us or feel the energy draining as
we try to please someone else, ignoring our intuition. Suppressing
the voice that’s guided me all my life is hard work, every muscle
straining against it’s self to remain motionless.
But Flu is my old friend, comes calling when I wont slow down,
shows me how it’s done with all the trimmings & rewards.
Simon Stephens himself couldn’t’ve scripted it better.
At home in an empty house, doors wide open to encourage Spring I can
see the path again, hear the voice & want to sing.