Peoples(For Lyn)

She gathers the world into her consciousness holds its facts like a beautiful blue bunch of wild flowers clutched tightly in her tiny fist. All is alive to her whether it be sky cloud or river...whatever. Nothing is ever only a thing. Everything is “...peoples! ” We visit & re-visit the old pond full of “frog peoples” who greet her ecstatically as if she were one of their own. She waves regally. Speaks to them fluently in frog. Even stones become “...the stone peoples! ” She likes them “...’cos they are so quiet! ” “Their quiet is like a big noise in my head! ” That night trying to smuggle her favourite cat into her bed snuggled up inside her jumper as if she were pregnant with it (it scratching & meowing to be born) she announces (caught in the act) “Cats is peoples too! ” We give in to her superior logic seeing things as she do.