Doin' Stuff

Doin’ Stuff

 

Bring me my pen and notebook, coffee shop laptop, cut, copy and paste.

Bring me brush and pencil, heavy paper, colour, line, shade and hue.

Bring me my lawnmower, shears, secateurs.  Bring me planting and compost.

Bring me yoga mats, downward dog, white crane spreads its wings and Alexander techniques.

Bring me the stage, the audience and the character, script, rehearsal and games.  Bring me contact improv.

Bring me double strings, embouchure and finger-holes, right-hand keyboard and left-hand bass buttons.  Bring me chords, melody, cadence and a song to sing.

Bring me saws and chisels, square and plane, timber to build and carve.

Bring me pans and knives, spinach, beans and the spice cupboard.  Bring me my blender.

Bring me the Rider-Waite deck, the 21st century ephemeris and the Elder Futhark.

Bring me needles and thread, pins, hoops and patterns.  Bring me knitting needles and crochet hooks.

Bring me vocabulary, grammar, personal prepositions, and words I still can’t pronounce.

[tune: final four lines of Jerusalem]

Bring me nettles, tasty flowers 
Bring me mushrooms I can cook
And I will fill my life with them
But most of all, please bring me time.

 

August 2023

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