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The Tower

...when the walls come crumbling down....

I am standing by a dark, black, stone sea,

where nothing lives

no reflection sees.

They tell me they used to swim in it

but now there are merely

tourists behind a rope,

dipping distant fingers

into the icy

ink.

I turn to walk the path into the red-brick, splendid town,

Where the proud, clock tower

reaches haughtily high

for a non-descript sky.

A white bus corners

too fast,

(was it driverless?),

and pivotting,

I know

without sight,

that its blind velocity

will cause it to roundabout

crazily into the tower’s feet.

I feel the toppling

sense it

and start to run.

Some stand and stare

cameras

capturing

their own destruction

for instagram.

But I run.

I feel the bricks topple.

hear the rumble.

I don’t look back.

The brickdust clowd surges

tsunami

sweeping

those who hesitate

those who crowd

and distract themselves in gift shops

away.

I run,

sensing others with me,

but I do not turn to look

at what or who is falling.

I look straight ahead,

feel my muscles pull me forward

away.

We meet by the sea,

we escapees.

dishevelled

silent,

fewer.

There is not other way than to swim.

We

I plunge in

to a living sea.

I am not scared

though there are shadowy shapes swimming beneath me.

I do not stop

my strong strokes,

just onward.

Onward,

reaching arms

kicking legs

breathing

until,

from a distant shore,

people swim out

to greet us,

swim with us,

as we land.

I land

and turn to see wild haired

women

licking salt from their strong brown skin

Kind men

offer

a safe

undemanding embrace.

I try to dry myself,

to find my feet in this new place

which is familiar

yet strange

hotter.

The suriving swimmers

move,

some towards

a tidy line

awaiting work.

I see rails of my clothes

suspended on wire wracks

in the empty parking lot

patiently

lined up for office hours

and desk.

I do not try them on,

Instead

I lick salt from my tough,

strong skin,

and join the wild haired women

and kind men

as we move

silently

on.

 

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Julie Leoni

Julie Leoni

Coach, author, podcaster, facilitator, Yoga and psychology teacher, learner

I have over 30 years of experience and qualification in various therapeutic and meditation/mindfulness based approaches. I work with change. Some changes we chose, others happen to us.  Sometimes we know we want to change but don't know how. Sometimes we don't want to change but external events or people are forcing us to change. The menopause, children leaving home, the end of a relationship or job, becoming a parent, coming out, bereavement are just some of the personal changes I support people with. I also work with people who want to make changes to their life and wider world in response to social issues such as Covid, the climate crisis and racial, sexual and gender inequalities. Times are changing whether we want them to or not and we need to be nimble, agile, curious and open in order to part of the new story emerging. Work with me to get clear on what matters to you, what makes your heart sing and what kind of future you want for yourself and those you love. It is possible to live differently, get in touch to explore how.

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