this place .. sometimes

there’s this place i go
   sometimes ..

you won’t find it on your gps
and no one can take you there
   not even me

~

fish of every colour
birds of every stripe and wing
flowers that snatch at my breath
   linger in the scenses
me lounging by the waterway
   grass reaching for my knees

~

this place i go
   sometimes

~

it rains sometimes
but only when it’s time
   for a nap
   or time to read
       or not ..
but mostly it suns

~

the voices remind me
   of something .. ..
       something ..

but they’re not human voices
   not human language
humans live somewhere else
   somewhere else
      not here ..

the language of chatter
   and grunt
   chirp
   of bellows and baaaahs
   a snort
   a giggle
   a very long moo

~

who knew   ?
   who knew   ?
..

~

i cover my eyes
lying on my back
staring through the hat
   at the very blue blue
remembering
   something ..
.. something

~

it’s all a bit fuzzy around the edges
   but it’s a warm inviting fuzzy
a familiar something
   i remember ..
      something i remember
         something warm
         friendly
         familiar
         voice
      ..
      human
         human voice      ?
..
i remember ..
   something
..

~

this place i go
   sometimes
..
i can’t take you there
   sometimes ..
..
i remember