Moon Over Miraz

(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)

Yesterday I slept in a field
and the buzzing flies
drove me mad to be inside
in the comfort of bed so
I dreamt of walls
as the wind brushed my face
and rustled the leaves
on the branches of the trees
hovering overhead
and the blades of grass wiggled
in front of my closed eyes
on the first Monday of July.

It is important to watch the clouds
and to be scared for the rain
has disappeared slowly
in the best days of summer
when being alone
doesn’t mean being without
someone but being away
from people and things
and buzzes and clicks
and the swirling machine
of population.