It's Still Life

Remixed Daydream

Here I am again
daydreaming,

just like Mum always said
I did too much of …

daydreaming of
warm ruby-stained
fingers, and

June fields of white blossoms
tucked into ripening
strawberries,

and the air
is a touchable
memory
of scent, solitude,

and future,
and I recall thinking,
one day I’ll have an orchard.

And I did.

Written for PA Day 27 “Remix or rewrite an old poem” ©Misky 2021 Shared with #apoemaday on Twitter