Seasons, senses & self
As if there could ever be two!The sunshine coursing in my veins
is the void beyond the stars. I
am you and the ground
is us – we are the sap
in the trees and the air
we breathe, rising and falling.
‘I’ is a hall where our ancestors walk;
‘we’ is a park full of mirrors.
Kiss the ground. Kiss the ground.
A wafer of love is crumbling there,
feeding the fungi, the roots.
Star-shaped, roll onto your back.
Drink the sky. Drink the sky.
Seasons, senses & self 57/365:
Nudging you to... write? reflect? walk? notice? flow?
A version of a poem in my book, A Place to Keep My Shadow.
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