What feeds us  – as well as food ?

For me :

A summer wind that sways the sways the trees, softly

nudges me. My old pals who left small plates

of food outside my door when I would

not eat. The kind vet, she soothes my fears, she

holds my dog’s distress, we are a team. Or

stepping out of that palace of dreams the

cinema into the dusk, three of us

bursting to speak : ‘Who was the man in the

Homberg hat ?’ An election result with

some hope of fairness in it. Those ideas

beyond the daily moment which feed my

soul,  being stars to steer by. And always