Headspace

the ferry is pursued by metaphor
but sure enough we harbour and I've arrived
soon thereafter a handover of keys
I sit
then dances of glances commence across the room
spiders
spiders everwhere
never has so much toilet roll been deployed with such flair
but de-spidering is completed
and proceedings proceed to a wander
down and around the single story streets
such is my first day in Bornholm

eyes barely opened
I skillfully deactivate the blaring and all those scheduled thereafter
another hour is essential but it's obviously two later I stir
groggy idling to the square for caffeination
then embark bus to ruins at hammers knot pursuing tourist evasion
it is then though that deep within the gears change
and soon though the boots speak for themselves embracing each encounter with the coastal path
and the rocky outcrops reach deep into stressed recesses as aged therapists
and all this to accompaniment of the ever thrashing blue
nature passionate to crest in its creation
so the hours flourish returning to a sunset
orange emblazoned horizon
such is my second day in Bornholm

antipated alarms are preempted and do not awaken
already surely wide I'm awake though unsure whether I really slept
no matter as in my minds eye vague imagery retained
outside the weather turns as if nodding to anxious doubts about my return
but I rise to my own defence
the experince has left in me something enough for recognition
so the ferry glides the water to the very other shore
and I stand suspended at the platform edge
content of my adventure of land and sea and air
waiting for the train that'll take me home
such was my third day in Bornholm