On last waking moments

Soupçon thoughts
Nagging off cuts
Of past conversations
Snippets of sounds and feelings
Wandering through
A cerebral maze
Wild Brumbys
Running from unknowns
Dreaming of dreams
Pining an embrace
From the Sandman

You have left
A film of residue
All over me
That won't scrub off
I carry it around
With me every day
Some days it's heavier than others
Some days it itches
Like it is healing
But, my scratching
Brings it all back.

FOSSIL

You are a fossil
in my timeline
Something obscure
And alien-looking
Dead and emotionless
Amongst the rubble
And packed sand of time.
Every now and then
A thunderstorm washes
You up on the shore,
To be analysed, scrutinised
And then re-buried 'for good'

What we need

Wallowing in the water
Warm, stagnant and comfortable
Sleep inducing temperature
Suffocating creative thought.

Jump into a whirlpool
Its coolness such a contrast
An energetic centrifuge
That disperses all logic.

Dragging myself out
The breeze breathing over me
Sitting on a boulder
With my toe tips in the creek.

Tentative, tentative,
Let's not jump back in
Our body heat may warm the water,
And refreshment's what we need.