The empty path leads on a cold walk through the still green winter grass to a solitary seated soul alone the sole incumbent of the wooden bench
The occupant sits entranced looking to the distance and no where not waiting fo companion just in the company of the aloneness of the morning, unmoving hypnotised by nothingness of peace
A proud fowl walks with his harem formidable tail folded pecking at the earth, their search for sustenance piercing sideway glances, eerily accuse the occupier
Unsettling calm, a broken trance heads move to meet, the lack of communication interspecific misunderstanding
One moves, rising, to leave unoccupied space the other unmoved, returns to the day.
- Ciaran Burke
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Ciaran Burke
Social entrepreneur, horticulturist, educator. Photographer, poet, artist and not a bad cook either!
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