the grass and the dirt

Threading the blades of grass
between my fingers
and toes
picking up small particles of dirt
from the soil beneath
reconnects me to the Earth
grounding
calming me back to centre.

This, right here,
is all I have.
Everything I see and think in my mind
are not here with me.
Only the grass and the dirt
are.

 

 

A wave crashes

A wave crashes into the sand,
the sand unmarked and smooth
with no footprint left of human or animal,
smooth.

A wave crashes into the sand,
obliterating any remnant peace or calm
once there,
leaving rough, disturbed rocks
strewn about haphazardly
as the water rescinds back into the ocean.

A wave crashes into the sand
like a monster rears his head,
with destruction looming
even while he waits, patiently,
to attack.

just sit

Grant myself permission
to sit, just sit
here, with a glass of wine
and blanket wrapped around my shoulders,
eyes fixed, but unfocused
on the flickering candle
there, on the coffee table.
Sit. Just sit,
and do nothing else.

My, how snowflakes

Bless us with your presence
once again, on this morning,
this new day.

Today I choose to focus on your beauty,
your grace.
How easy it is to get lost in you.
Each individual part coming together
to make the whole.
Uniqueness remains,
despite temporary dissolution into the masses.
The journey details matter not,
as long as you reach the destination.

My, what calm. My, what comfort.
My, how snowflakes can be just
like humans.