I’m walking through the park,
on the morning of my
seventieth birthday.

Before I got up
I lay in bed in the warmth,
the quiet and the darkness of
our room for an hour or more thinking
about things, nothing special, just thinking
as I drifted in and out of sleep.

Now as I walk I can feel
the breeze blowing clear through me,
as if I am present but without a body,
it’s not frightening or anything like that,
it’s just blowing through me
rather than around me.

DF. 31-3-2021 1493

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