Do you have a place?
Anticipation gets into the soul
more than does arrival;
every time.
Away early, no breakfast, radio off then
the Green Wellie Stop, Tyndrum,
timeless Glencoe and
the Fort.
I believe l could live in Arisaig until I’m stood here,
spying herons from the beach at Traigh,
Eigg and Rhum on the horizon.
This is where my ashes will come,
my last stop on this earth;
and I’m restless.
I’m ready for Mallaig’s fish and chips and mushy peas,
after a short hour on the White sands of Morar,
then we are off on the road south.
Restlessness is good, to be sure,
for I’m surely not ready yet;
I’m not here to stay.
“When you arise in the morning think what a precious privilege it is to be alive; to think, to breathe, to enjoy, to love”
Marcus Aurelius.
Pic: Traigh beach, Arisaig.
