FITTING IN IS HARDER THAN I THOUGHT
Its going to take time
to find my way through the ups and downs of the hills.
I cant just slot into
place when I don’t fit. I’m at very round peg in a tight knit square community.
The scenery might have changed from the sand to the the green grass, but the shit is the same no matter where you begin the day.
How does one meet new people
when you start as the sun rises and take your shoes off as the sun has set. And
I just want to wash away the dirt.
Who knows what's around the next bend. Will be the cows crossing the road heading to the dairy or a creek with crystal clear waters flowing over the waterfalls.
Spending time exploring
the hidden gems of this stunning countryside bring smiles, but then wondering
if there will be a next time. Or will I have to go on my own like in the past.
The red dirt and grass are my new accessories. But still keeping the pink lippy to brighten my day.
Walking around the markets and not seeing a familiar face but catching a hello or smile my way.
Buying home grown fruits and non perfect veggies on the side of the road is my new norm.
Knowing soon the sun
will break through the trees and the wet mist dapples the skin as it makes droplets
on the webs from the night before.
Where you can listen to music as loud as one wants and dance like no one can see you, cos they cant. The lounge is my dance floor. With the twinkle of fairy lights outside. My own private silent disco.
Its so quiet – I think
I can hear the grass grow.
The cows are asleep,
and the horse was at the backdoor a minute ago. Possums on the roof scurrying
around to my 90s remixes.
Knowing tomorrow is
just around the corner as plans have changed, there is no reason to close my
eyes.