Elsewhere, there is a breathing space, where you can pause and let go.

Elsewhere, there is a moment, a lull, a stillness.
Elsewhere, there is another world, an escape from here.
Elsewhere, there is a bird sat on a rock, waiting for you.
Elsewhere, there is a bird, or is it half a bird, or two birds, we don’t really know.
Elsewhere, there is the ghost of a bird, its image splitting on the page.
Elsewhere, there are layers of colours on paper, yellow, magenta and cyan.
Elsewhere, it is like here, but not quite so.
Elsewhere- or could it be, anywhere else?