Bats chatter away
Hanging on eachother's word
Outside my mesh window.
Whilst inside, thumbsized Geckos
Scurry across the walls
on their commute to elsewhere

The sea becomes my personal pool
Crystal clear saltiness
Cleansing my skin
Dried by the warmth of the sun

There is no talk of deadlines
or agendas, or contractual obligations
Things happen in their own time
And life still goes on..........stresslessly