Among the plants
I kneel, on impulse, among the swaying long stalks, fleshed with fluttering leaves,
needing to feel the wind as they do.
Tangled hair falls to my waist, pale face tilted
towards high lacklustre clouds -
I'm tired of my mind, deep down
germinating delusion in the mud-dark -
these flowers are so far above the surface;
delphinium tall, elemental,
forest blue with no questions.
For five seconds the sun breaks through,
slow blinking at me with a reflected feline's eye -
and I, among the plants,
am outside of myself,
skin tingling into the real day.
needing to feel the wind as they do.
Tangled hair falls to my waist, pale face tilted
towards high lacklustre clouds -
I'm tired of my mind, deep down
germinating delusion in the mud-dark -
these flowers are so far above the surface;
delphinium tall, elemental,
forest blue with no questions.
For five seconds the sun breaks through,
slow blinking at me with a reflected feline's eye -
and I, among the plants,
am outside of myself,
skin tingling into the real day.
LJ Ireton 2024
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