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)
