Each day, any day really,
often early or sometimes late,
a little affirmation hangs dangling.
Held safe, enshrouded warmly in colours from the heart.
It swings on a gentle breeze
of renewed knowing,
connection by dint of a woody protuberance,
from a branch, just now detached.
Affirming the love, in me
that knows of no conditions.
Even those, of others proclaimed,
waiting, for that fair sailing wind, to fill their sails.
For whilst currents and tides may get caught inThe Wash,
or The Bight over by Heligoland
the shoreline of oceanic scale will wait,
for our feet, anytime, without time.