Daye 75 / Back To The Garden

it happened years ago
when i was very young
had an urge to get back to the garden
dreamed i was made of starstuff
took all of my clothes off in a field
for a photo shoot one afternoon
somewhere in south devon
where the summer is erotic
when the sun is up and blazing
the fields are green and yellow
and surrounded by blue hills
and the rustle of a few leafy trees
we find a nice field
we stop the turquoise bus
take off my clothes
to walk about naked
and it feels good
and so natural
feeling closer to nature
we have a short walk
and then lie back in the long grass
watching the sky
it's so quiet
i watch a beetle as it climbs up a stalk of grass
hearing it's legs brushing against the leaves
the insects are all around me now
the ants and the grasshoppers
butterflies and ladybirds fly in
to settle next to my ear
seconds minutes hours
days and weeks and months
years... decades... centuries...
millennia pass
and we're all still in the field
a baby cries in the distance
no it's not a baby
it's a crow in the next field
somebody picks up a camera
takes a few snaps
i sit up to look
as the sun goes behind a cloud
oops no clouds
no it's an aeroplane passing overhead
only there's no sound
i look upwards
it's not an aeroplane
it's something other than that
but i can't think of a name for what i can see above me
just hanging there
twinkle twinkle
suspended
like a diamond in the sky...
stationary
and so are we
it watches us
and we watch it
a standoff develops
then...
the air is very still
the daylight is soft
is it coming closer?
yes very very slowly
is it coming closer?
yes very very cautiously
is it getting brighter?
oh it's only the sun
i want my mum...

i'm driving the bus
heading nowhere
heading further furthur
everyone on the bus sits in silence
we're lost
and going 'round in circles
we keep passing the same few fields and hedgerows
only each time we drive past them they look a little different
and there's a deafening roar in my ears
it's coming from within
the moon is up
is that the time then?
didn't think we'd been out so long
must've been asleep at the wheel
i wind down the window
slow down to 5mph
the bus is
a large turquoise slug
crawling along the a38
our side of the road is deserted
the few cars we come across are all headed in the opposite direction
i notice that my watch has stopped
and the glass cover is cracked
i can only get static on the radio
and one of our headlights is off
i'm swerving across the road
or the road is swerving across me
and somebody groans in the back of the bus
and it sounds like a bomb going off
and somebody whimpers in the back of the bus
and it sounds like the end of the world
i recognize our little house in the distance
moonlit and beautiful
but something isn't right
more than moonlight
the house is lit up like a christmas tree
and as we come down the hill
i notice the shape in the field next door
obtuse angles
teardrops and spheres
it wasn't there yesterday
which is a lifetime ago
and as robert service said
there are strange things done in the midnight sun