Bare Necessities
It is here that I lay myself bare.
No purse needed -
there are no shops here.
No fancy coat -
just a light jumper will do.
No lipstick -
you need not impress the sheep.
We ramble on the Lake District trails -
our thoughts rest on stones -
daydreaming our way
through moss covered branches
and bird songs carried by lake air.
It is in this light
that everything becomes crisp and clear,
as if my eyes have vision for the first time.
It is here that I lay myself bare.
Cristina M. R. Norcross
Copyright 2014
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