At One With The Earth
An owl reminds me of the time
A rogue willow reaches out and taps on the window
Acres of forest isolate me, alone in the centre
Fearful of breathing too loudly,
speaking my truth,
showing up to the day
It pains too much
to inhabit this flesh, this marrow, this bone.
The owl reminds me again
that time passes slowly
Willow branch taps, it wants to know my name
I turn and hide under the covers
lost in the middle of a 100 acre wood
Breathing not so easy with,
a swollen heart pounding in my throat,
still in my bed but not dead.
The owl is silent.
Time stands still.
Shaded by the branch,
roots pierce through me, covered by forest,
at one with the earth, it is now my bed.
I am not asleep
with only worms, to witness my rest.
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