Soundctuary

A peninsula of expounding sound

cosmic curve between lake and land

a sanctuary where frustrations

of haste abate momentarily

respite from rush of tap and go

evolution of contactless communion

where blue sky thinking and squaring circles

is an out of office response.

Uninhibited birds warbling words

                metallic mayfly hum, swish of a gliding swan

one hundred and sixty-one trumpeters

by a red bricked rectory field.

teenage splash and cheers

rowdy howls of summer dog days

weave through my subconscious

from far beyond the fourth pier.

On a veil’s edge of dawn and day

on cusps of seen/unseen/unheard

glimpse a new horizon where

perception caresses wisdom

 in a sanctuary of free sounds.

© Róisín Bugler