Dawnings
A stony path
By Nicholas Hooper
A stony path leads me round the island.
Wind blows spray from the restless sea.
Will the waters rise? Will the waters rise?
This tiny island, a speck of humanity
lives on the edge of the world,
the currents forever spinning round.
People create here, feed cattle, make gin
and a strange security is found by the wanderer
who has chosen to live with those who live on the edge.
I wander round in a haze of droplets,
the beauty of a small adventure fills me
with such hope that we can live with nature and be free.
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper