Time slows, contracts
I am in between measurable time
past present and future collide
I was, I am, I will be
I taste the salty air as it opens my lungs
The sting from a fresh cut on my foot…a jagged
edge of rock hiding in seaweed. I am unbothered
by it
A voice on a fairwind through ancient trees, faint but familiar
I watch the faithful tide return home, refreshed by whale song.
I have melted into her. Into Nature.