I just remember the name
Eric Clapton Unplugged
Just acoustic guitar
No electric noise
And today I read a story
About a holiday
A mum takes her two children
To a Cumbrian hideaway
A totally unplugged holiday
Nothing to distract
From this world and its loveliness
In the Lakelands outback
And how the children love it
Once they’ve been set free
From all that hinders inner life
All spontaneity
And here I am in my wee house
Reliant on TV
And radio that background noise
Too plugged in you see
So taking time to be unplugged
And to make that crucial break
Helps silence sink into my soul
And my spirit to awake
Time to think and time to write
Time to meditate
To let a soothing silence in
Indeed to contemplate
And all unplugged to write a verse
And share what can be shared
The stillness and the loveliness
I didn’t know you cared
Brian Fahy
21 January 2022
Erris Poetry 