443. Days 

About our constant need to adapt… Our cells are never same, From day to day,  Nor are, Our days. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

233. Hello 

The following poem elucidates as to the state of mind I found myself in whilst the above photo was taken.  Hello dear world at 6am,  Most heads on pillows, duvets spread,  But my waist down is very wet,  My head is in the clouds.  Greetings, sun, Where no wind blows, a hearty stretch,  On 17th…