Climate Change

Climate Change

Early afternoon;
this heat,
this river,
the sky.
A skinny, scruffy sparrow that
hits the wall like something thrown,
looks around,
then flings itself elsewhere.
A car shooting past.

Since handing in my notice at my day-job,
something's changed, my writing has changed.
I've experienced a shift to a cooler, bluer colour temperature,
standing in the shadows of the years and years
when I was barely able to write a sentence, creatively;
watching them scudding across my sky.

Part of this is the fact that my feelings are changing so frequently
that by the time I come to edit something,
it's no longer current,
no longer true,
and I can't back it up,
and I lack the motivation
and conviction
to continue.

But it's not about my day-job.
By leaving, I was being true to myself.
And any cooling in climate is ultimately
not in response to that act of departure,
but rather, a natural change that in a way
is simply a response to being me.

Evening now,
England darkening;
monitor off,
sheep bleating around the nearby reservoir, wonderful,
the hush of the motorway,
keys tapping.
Moisture smelt in this Summer's day as it gently deflates,
more real than a fairy-tale, deeper.
I draw comfort from the world going on.

Reviews

[K. Louis]

It's so much easier to be thankful and recognize the small things when we are being true to ourselves. I like how you began with bursts of images..and then in the middle got contemplative and then came back full circle with those quick images again that tied everything up well and gave meaning to the whole. Well done!

[Jonathan Dalton]

Thanks for your comments - really glad you enjoyed!

[Claire in VA]

Excellent write! I love the imagery in the beginning and at the end and your thoughts in the middle. Well, they are all your thoughts, but you know what I mean. I've always wanted to visit your country, and now, I feel like I have.
Super!
Claire

[Jonathan Dalton]

Thank you Claire, really pleased you enjoyed :)