Today I chose the wind rattling window,

the high blue sky and not the grim grey wall.

I flew out above that cloud drifting horizon

and at some point remembered to breathe

as I wafted weightless and wishing for wisdom,

hoping that somehow I’d stumble unwitting

into the pure being of becoming a beginner,

of feeling the joy on the edge of the moment

and the unbearable bliss of being alive.

I longed to reach out to the brittling crackle

and to rejoice in the birth of the days yet to come.

But beneath the high blue and the bliss unattained

there was hot chocolate, warm crumpets

and a fine autumn day.