Another World
Little tufts
and lots of dust
pillars of growth
within moisture’s kiss
and a spark of life
at the tips
Tall like trees
they stand
a tiny surreal forest
full of life
that could fit within a thimble
Just some of the most fascinating things you can find when you take a moment to just take a pause and… look. The spark of life is a truly miraculous thing.
Not the Earth
you’re looking for
Not the soil
you crave
and yet each day
it generously feeds you
the energy
and stability
you need
to make it one more day
and another
until the forests
can welcome you home.
If I could spend each and every day in the rainforests of the Pacific Northwest, I think that it probably still wouldn’t be enough. I am fortunate, and infinitely grateful, that when I can’t get out to the welcoming arms of the forest I love, there is still plenty of work to be done on my employer’s farm to keep my connection to the earth healthy and strong.
Daydream
of days
with ice and snow
and air that nips
at the fingertips
while sitting
in the heat
muggy and deep
when will
this heat wave
end?
I count myself fortunate that it was cool through June and comfortable through most of July, but now that the heat wave is upon us I’ve decided once more that Summer is really just a slow crawl through hell. I can’t wait for the first nip of Autumn to announce cool weather’s approach.
That Spot
you just can’t reach
itchy
scritchy
always just
an inch too far
from easy access.
Strain and stretch
and yet
it continues to evade.
Come
scratch my itch.
Innuendo intended.
Turbulence
slides into calm
with a touch
waves
become mere ripples
you are the one
that makes the froth
of agitation
settle.
You are my calm
my balance
that tames the chaos.
Thank you for loving me.
Time Off
Relaxation
irritation
beauty
and chaos.
Flawed peace.
Judgements
and guilt
justifications
for balance.
Choose to bask
instead of batter.
Taking time off is always hard for me, and it is no different this time. I feel like I struggle with guild, and I feel guilty saying it, but L and Z are getting on my nerves which is not helping my relaxation level at all. The fact is tho? They’re not judging me. I’m the one that’s judging me… and I need to stop.
Twisting the Leaf 