THE DART

JANUARY 2023

A DIARY EXTRACT: A DAY ON THE DART

In these icy, life-giving waters

My body cleansed

My hope restored

 

The rowers,

like the geese,

glide in blissful union.

A tribute

to the tributary

To the other way

The mindful way

Through the silence

nine poems forming

A myriad of emotions

This shared sense,

of what can be

Away from the stressors,

the familial perceptions,

the masks,

wounds,

non-stop needs.

Nine poems forming

An identity

naked of history

Free and wild

Like the ocean which awaits the Dart

 

A Willow tree

Weaving, sawing, bending

Alone and together

This work with our hands

A shelter

For when the rains return

A friendship

Typical of the territory

Not forged on common ground

but on a shared smile

a sense of the other

This impermanent tribe

A eulogy

to the function

of unfamiliar friendship

Napping like the cats

a pandemic of our own

For tired bodies

and weary souls

In the safety of the circle

We sit

Upstairs

Clinking, cooking, creating

The sounds of communion

of equal effort

open hearts

and conscious thought

 

This harmony begs the question

Who is the imposter who shares this vessel?

 

A day on the Dart

A timeless day on the Dart.

JANUARY 2020

THE RIVER DART

I think I’ve rather fallen for the Dart.

This priceless stretch,

from Totnes to the Trust,

where time and type hold no sway.

A home for wildlife and wild hearts,

Descending on Dartmouth, each with their own reason…

 

to pause.

The outside world cannot grab you here.

Stare into those weaving, winding waters.

The Dart offers no distractions,

just a mirror on the illusion of self.

Feel into the land

which flows alongside her.

Those grasslands,

and marshlands.

 

Woodlands,

and walkways.

Each alive with its own story.

One told to our ancestors,

another our offspring.

In unison and deference

to the many lives that dress the Dart,

sits a community.

A trust,

in name and deed.

Each week a new beginning,

versed in the ways of the Barn

by a few kind hearts.

Weaving a thread.

Creating a tapestry of unspoken connection.

 

A timeless, type-less community.

Dancing back from Devon,

with a newfound love of the Dart.

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