Rockhollow Series: Space of Destot

Title: Space of Destot
Twenty-Nine of Thirty
Unique words: One Hundred

#NaPoWriMo19

There's been a deep changing
in more than weather and roots,
my nerves, my drive and tempo -
all utterly immersed. In the way
this Earth she
dances upon a natural beat
so too, in this retreat, does my heart,
my bare, muddy feet.

I've been watching the light sink
and give way to darker hue
whilst feeding Horace the Hedgehog
and updating an aged garden journal. In the silence,
single bird song
or moving car pricks up ear, as
I wash myself clean from the demands of today.

A lunch trip became laying on a 'Market floor,
a visit to the park became a kick to the stomach, that was my day.

In the smell of wet soil,
in the care of the self, I am free
from all mental wounds, tiredness, physical pain,
in this ritual of quietness I am loved
and lost again.