Of course you are here, where else would you be, between the elements
Absorbing the breezes and ripples, over watching the little creatures
The dappled shade the perfect balance of light and dark
Blair is here.
I can see him now, bent over, his brown almost black back to the sun
stick in one hand, eyes and mind intent on some natural phenomena
absorbed by the soil, its family, what goes on here?
The gentle burbling soothes and hypnotises time till it seems to stand still
Just me, Blair, the sun, the world - so intimate yet silent.
I don't know if he's being cruel to some little critter, perhaps sometimes
But normally it looks like some deep worship
Absorbed by the enormity of the minutia beneath his feet
Silently absorbed, lonely yet fulfilled
He joins us briefly, and talks normal human stuff awkwardly
The mumble so well known by ants and bugs
does not always translate so well
Perhaps we will light a fire later
Just a small one, he will **** and manoeuvre
till it's dark and we must go home
I might go get the things for tea
camping tea is great - Blair loves it
Yes tea is required by young men after such arduous Attenboroughing
One small step, perhaps looking at the clouds, or seeing where the sun is
One miss step, not looking down for once
One small hard little rock on the river bank
Just one minute to get tea things
I'm so sorry Blair I wasn't there
How come you are still here under this tree?