The Spot
Come lie with me
on a bed of
feather soft moss
that tickles
against the flesh
as it cushions
our weight.
Come sleep
with me
among the ferns
and boughs
of cedar trees
that shelter
us from harm.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Almost There
Battered and bruised
Just one day left
yet each bruise
feels deeper
than the last
and the spirit
is in tatters
of rags
edges blackened
by the scorch
of gruelling
demands for
more
than there is left
to give.
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Gideon’s Challenge
No Cow Tipping
A walk
along the edge
of the fields
a sign
torn down
long ago
Sometimes
a sharpie
is all you need
and a little laughter
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Gideon’s Challenge
The Easing
The day begins
with roiling clouds
and a clinging need
for sweet rain
but as hours pass
muscles relax
and the air
comes a bit
easier
one breath in
to pull in your scent
and an exhale
just to nuzzle
and do it again.
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Gideon’s Challenge
The Return
Fear
turns to
relief
as you lean in
and speak
those three words
that mean
everything
and air
fills my lungs
for what
feels like
the first time
in weeks.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Runny Noses
Slick and slimy
boots slide
on the surface
of saturated bark
and the slew
of wet lichen
moss
and more
A hand comes
down
to catch balance
and the smear
of it coats
over the palm
feeling
like a handful
of snot.
Twisting the Leaf 