Menolyrical; Final Friday Feature

Last Friday of August already. I am a bit flabbergasted... but here it is. 

It has been a while since I composed any verse. Time to redress that omission. I've been holding onto this photograph taken whilst at the last park up in Lunderston Bay. That charmed Friday when the sun shone, and the water and the sky were blue.

I stood upon a beach

in the land of my birth,

pondering the travels

I've made upon this earth.

I acknowledge privilege

to have seen so much, and sigh,

then look above my head

and see the Saltire in the sky.

My feet may be planted

in Scotland's bonny ground,

yet my heart is further distant -

all the globe around.

In a land with deep red soil

edged with coral seas;

mighty isle Australia

is where my heart's at ease.

Then the spirit's call

is to yet another place:

heat and dust and mayhem

cannot despoil the grace

of the magic that is India,

where the ancient ways

remain as current now

is in those long-gone days.

Mind, heart, and spirit

can all travel where they will,

but the reality of body

is that in Alba I am still.

Here I must be present,

reach the future from the now;

bring all the past together,

and to the Saltire bow.

ⓒ YAM 2023