On The Land


I have found myself walking alone. Out on the land.

Here to witness the unfolding and gather some of it in.

Others pass by on their way. I’m just here to be.

At home in this place under this tree. Held by the gifts of this land.

Abundance carries me fat. Content. Excited. I grasp hungrily.

This meets my deep yearning for home. For connection.

Finding my centre of the universe.

Where I can rest my bones and breathe out slowly.