Wendy April 2017

Island Wendy Atkinson, Cluny 9 April 2017

Sometimes my brain is so fuddled, so foggy

A ship would never see its way in the dark

And clouds drift, cover my thoughts, stifle me

Dampen all words, all that would speak, all that would think.

Then comes the dawn, a ray of light pierces bright,

Sweeps aside, in one move, one step,

Effervescent and incandescent, my mind reels,

Breaks into a jig, a dance of feathers, and now,

Crystal clear, my brain works again, words form,

Words speak. I step back on the bridge, steer my ship,

Cross the border, break the isolation of a mind held back,

On distant shores, on a far-away island of dreams,

Of nightmares that only Peter Pan can chase,

Settle back, in my world, sweet haven,

My thoughts waver and stagger, set free.