Through the Window

Through the window

The sea surged 

Briny spray reached and breached 

Inside,  the curtains billowed with the winter wind 

As we waved our hands like clouds

And moved in harmony 

through all points of the compass.

Calm 

Peaceful

The Emperor 

And other ancient spirits

Joined us (or so it seemed)

breathing in 

and out 

as one.

Connected universally 

To the moon, the stars

Sand and sea.

After the closing movements

Silence.

And then all of us exclaimed in wonderment

At the extraordinariness

Of those moments

Together 

High on the hill in Mt Martha.

SHS May 2022