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Safety in Rockhollow
My life reset,
doors reopened,
wolves of my mind allowed out on the wild Moor
as soon as my feet touched Devon earth.
In the rain I wander through the garden,
more hedgehog than human,
digesting sights, scents, a spider making a silver web beneath the cherry tree.
I pour out water from barrows
and terracotta trays.
My child plays in the summerhouse
sounds of sopping sky bounce on the roof.
I charge my fingers into digging
tulip bulbs by Autumn grey,
cornflower seeds thrown on a sharp breeze.
Yes, this life
is precious.
I am glad to be safe.
doors reopened,
wolves of my mind allowed out on the wild Moor
as soon as my feet touched Devon earth.
In the rain I wander through the garden,
more hedgehog than human,
digesting sights, scents, a spider making a silver web beneath the cherry tree.
I pour out water from barrows
and terracotta trays.
My child plays in the summerhouse
sounds of sopping sky bounce on the roof.
I charge my fingers into digging
tulip bulbs by Autumn grey,
cornflower seeds thrown on a sharp breeze.
Yes, this life
is precious.
I am glad to be safe.
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