The road into the centre of being
Narrow
Easily missed
A cats whisker
A thousand smiling selfies
Placement within beautiful scenery
Over the shoulder
Debonair smile
Click
They’ve missed it
But wait awhile, solitary on the mountain side
Watching them come and go
Like human tides
Hear them approach, some chat like birds
Footfalls loud
Never a surprise
The creaking and clinking of water bottles and packs
They all come, and click, and go
I’m further over, out of the way
My back to bark, I’m part of the day
My shoulders grow itchy and warm in the sun
My eyes are recording
My heart is restoring
It takes a little longer
To meld with the tree, make yourself known to the small ants that circle its base and begin to traverse my foot
The crow where he waits on the branch watching them, watching me
To become
Still
But it’s worth it, to drink my fill and not be constantly sipping
Shallow water is making us sickly
We need to sink deeper
Deeper in
Deeper within
Silence is found in the small things, but then it extends
Everywhere
Until we cannot miss it
gift of screws
from me to you
nothing obscene
nor unkind
just lift s up and downs
smiles and frowns
i the prosaic poet whom doth know it
salute you Kate
ah so~!
Well written ❤️
Thankyou 😊
You are most welcome ❤️
Beautiful 👏🏼
Thankyou Yacoob
Thanks for sharing these words.
My pleasure, Thankyou for reading them 😊
Your words express deep feelings.💦
It’s a way to shift them out of the system for sure ✨