Sanctuary

Laid bare I reach for curling 

green leaves, damp and unfurling 

in my tenuous grip.

Life’s detritus blankets my toes

 as I dig deep and lose myself

in sensory delights of smell and

touch and sounds so small that 
I begin to feel again.
Deep breaths, eyes closed…
Love leaches in through branch and twig
til it finds me curled tight
as bud. Safe. Warm.
Wrapped in wonder.
Sanctuary.
 
(Lar MacGregor)
 
 
 
  

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