At Home In The World

In the forest, he runs down

the path, imploring me to

follow.  He chooses each fork

to rush ahead, until I

urge a backward study

to assimilate just where

we came from.  This precocious

child has left the land

of sardonic tweets and

teen siblings snapchatting, his

heart huge and green

beneath the arching branches.

We unite the past and future

present in this magical

place. Tomatoes ripen

on the vines and herbs

spill over the flagstones.

We taste summer’s glory,

listen to crystals, sing

to birds. The only flickering

screen around is the lake.

We peer into another realm,

the living world unveiled.

Barefoot as mother earth prefers,

we send what is here into

her, bringing grounded 

resonance to surface

with each breath blessing.

Inspired by: Assimilate, Sardonic, Precocious and Unite. and Robert McFarlane’s Words of the Day: “nature deficit disorder” – Richard Louv’s (non-clinical) coinage in Last Child In The Woods (2005) to denote the range of physical & emotional/mental costs arising when people, esp. children, have insufficient access to “nature”.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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