A Felt Essence


Pulled earthwards,
its branches drugged,
heavy, thick, sticky with sap.

A stoner whose wrist can’t lift,
energyless.
Soaking up the wrung out, wet earth.

Suspended over the slow water.
Feeling itself hanging.

Lacy leaves trail the flow:
a sleepy lady’s fingers
kissIng the surface.

Me on the warm grass.
Eyes closed.

The invisible coursing
of blood and thoughts.

The autonomic flow
of an invisible will.

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