Healed

This forest dreams in decades,

details vanish – flash of mountain

bikes, gangs of hiking youth.

Events here are seasons, growth,

sifting decay, the random attack

of storms – always healed by time.

Yet here’s no time but now.

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Drift of autumn confetti lays

booby traps over tarry mud,

beetle totters doggedly onward,

crazed scars of ploughing boar,

ticklish skittering of squirrel claws,

tiny fungus like stretched skin,

beneath the gracious majesty of trees.

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Lost among giants, dissolved in vastness,

I breathe freely, heart lifted,

thoughts evaporate in edgeless space:

absence I can be truly present in.

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This one’s in my collection “the Calling” available HERE