Today, thanks to some lovely people I met for the very first time at a writer's group, I started writing again, and here are two little somethings I wrote earlier today at that very group - inspired by an old photograph of a gentleman of the road, lying on the ground in his underpants...
The first is from the perspective of the man, Rodney.
"I can actually hear the grass growing! It's great down here... How still it all is, and how vibrant too! The sacred yin and yang personified - that is me...
I don't care anymore - not about the policeman and his requests to "move along". Not about the school boys who threw sticks at me; not about the snotty woman in the posh wellies looking down her long, long nose that's longer than my... Well, lets just say it's long. Not about the farm dogs, or the farmer and his gun. He can shoot me, I just don't care anymore.
She didn't love me, but I don't care. She had to do her thing and that's OK.
I could have poisoned her with mushrooms - but I didn't, and I can be proud of that. It would have been soooo easy too.
No one would have suspected me. Good old Rodney! Mad as a pond full of frogs, but a heart of gold and no mistake. In fact, I think everyone would have felt sorry for me. The love of his life, you know - went off with the Mr Whippy driver. Such a jerk.
But none of it matters now - I'm above it all.
I don't care, because I AM the All That Is - and I know it!"
The second piece is from the woman's point of view.
"You always were skinny Rodney. Even when we were young, you were a match with the wood scraped off. I remember when your Dad was looking for you, driving all over town knowing that you were probably with me, and I was such a 'bad influence' on your otherwise unblemished... you would push me into the hedge and dive in afterwards when you saw your Dad coming. He never saw you. Sometimes he saw me though. There's the fat girl - being stupid again. I could see the disgust in his eyes. But he couldn't see you, coz you were nothing but a stick in a hedge full of sticks. So skinny.
We smoked too much, I know that now - but I couldn't imagine getting out of bed without a puff - and neither could you. Spaced out before breakfast! Good times.
I'm sorry about the ice cream dude. It was stupid - and frankly so was he - but I did so love his 99's.
Did you ever forgive me? I hope so. I'm sorry about it all, but I can't change the past.
I had a baby you know. He's 35 now with kids of his own. I think he's yours because he's so thin, which is pretty funny because for most of his life I thought he was the result of too much Mr. Whippy.
Doesn't matter anyway. I love our son.
It's good to see you, even though you can't see me.
You are sleeping. Perhaps, just perhaps, I might pop up in a dream sometime - floating through like a spectre - out there in the Universes where there is no separation. Out there where we are One.
Time seems to stretch today. I close my eyes and see your smile, hear your voice, reach out and touch your skin...
Last time I saw someone like this, it was my Mum. I couldn't touch her and I can't touch you. But I can tell them it is you, because you are so skinny - and because you are still you.
See you on the other side Handsome...