Wheels hit
The ground,
Over
And over
Repeatedly
Until
Coming to
An End.
Life All Around,
From
Many cultures
And backgrounds
Unfamiliar, Beautiful.
What are you
Making with bacon?
"Bacon and pancakes."
"Oh, you are shy?"
Just a chuckle.  
Women,
Their bodies covered
Head to Toe
Surrounded by
Laughing Children.
Noodles and
The smell of
Cooking fish
Carried
With a breeze,
On a quiet day,
Unassuming
And simplistic.
In a daze,
Excuse me,
"You have to get off the bus."
"Oh, so sorry."
Tall buildings,
New mazes.
Numbers and Letters
All going to different
Places.
Sad patches
On some streets-
Others
Where people stroll
Merrily, arms interlinked.
"This is my city though,"
The cab driver
Recites after
Giving his personal
Insights
On plights-
Honest and open.
In a small corner
Building
Punk bands play,
And
It doesn't matter
Who you are
As there
Isn't any segregation,
Everyone is accepted,
A man dressed like
***** Wonka
Stands front row...
Another person
Wears knee high
Socks and sandals
Dancing in
A unique way.
All ages, all races.
Different backgrounds.
Various conversations
About many subjects
And no one judges.

Life tethers bodies
Mindfulness soars freely
Blissfully radiating loves light

Down the isles of wooden trestles
Set out in a quietly painted hall
The children look for the familiar.
Things, lost, things from loved sets
Pieces remembered and missed.
Clutching small change and a bag
They roam, searching the emptying
Surfaces in the hope of recovering.

Some children are selective buying little
Only the important objects that inspire
An unusual fossil, book on ammonites.
A collection of perfect My Little Ponies.
Then the scrambler children who stuff bags
To overflowing with excited assortments
Picked almost at random for a chance
Their to be explored strewn across kitchen
Table with an audience of friends.

There was always a late arrival just as doors
Were about to close and tea hatch latched.
As crowds diminished, looking became easier
Finding that magic dropped on the floor.

Love Mary x

Can you catch me brother
Down in the ditches
Before I fall
And scrape my knees.

We’ll do our special
Where you go first
And I travel behind
Holding your hand.

The branch was shiny
Smoothed by rubber
And small greasy hands
Not too long to stand.

And we balanced along
A ballet dancer’s song
Feet repeating steps
And LEPT!

Love Mary x