Pacing the flat
Such enormous longing lines my stomach
I rake at the ground heart in feet
Like a bull in that savage ring
Treading a pattern of desire
Kicking up dust
That which keeps the centre still
Remembers we were once dust
This is the humming hush of a turning world
A truth that births compassion
We are dearly loved
We are deeply held
In an instant through the window
Apricity! The seasons radiant stillness
Everything is possible when movement is earthed
Time and time again the ordinary becomes
Divine interruption
