Ground

I feel the sweet cool of earth seep into my face,
Welcoming the ground beneath my feet, walking
With purpose to ease the tension and listen,
Opening all that is aware, sight, feel, smell,
Hearing the birds in the trees with their hunt
For bugs in the trees, hidden from sight by
The sheer number of possibilities yet the
Settling cool is what soothes the soul
Like a blanket descending and touching
The skin, you can smell it in the air, it is
The time of between day and night rousing
Within the echoes of the day, working through
The shoulders, coming out in breath on the
Cool drafts of being present to the earth
Feeling grounded and planted by the pull
Tucked into relaxing the mind and lifting
It in the prayer of the wind, to be let go