Earth Medicine
Poems in the park
Late afternoon, I took myself out for a walk in the park to air out stuck thoughts. My body has been an uncomfortable place to be lately; so much so, sometimes, that it’s hard to think clearly. When I can get to them, green spaces are welcome medicine—a bit like Vicks Vaporub on chests or Tiger Balm on temples.
There’s a grove of oaks I was visiting regularly through autumn and winter, less so as the weather warmed up and I sought out sunnier patches. Today’s sketch-poem came together during our reunion.
reverie
dear friends i hardly recognise you last year's life strewn piecemeal over soft brown whispers underfoot this year the first i have ventured through spring full-bodied thick mists of fairy lace up to my armpits the rain writes its own letter on my page our page where did they travel from and what do they say? i tell them i'm in love with the sound their bodies make really i am in the presence of an orchestra ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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