Suspending Motion

What are the wetlands to me?
​
to walk through the Walthamstow Wetlands

My drive
to be productive
replaced with wind and birdsong
                
The city I inhabit
frames this place
yet cannot contain it

Nature lurches 
grips grabs
flits flaps
squawks 
expands
infuses 
inspires 
contracts

Season's
change
everywhere
in everything

this is where
life
breathes
life

Flies
butterflies 
dragonflies
birds in flight
and
pylons
and
trains

Nature here accepts all we place within it unconditionally

A leaf dances on the concrete

​Its pretty beautiful aye!