I am inherently bad at sleep.
Until some wall is hit, and I go down for two days.
Two days where if I wake to use the toilet
my body feels like glue
and my feet are simply rocks attached to other rocks...
And now, after one such sabbatical,
m y s e l f
I have been wandering again.
& have seen many creatures
& fringe lives
& poked anemones
& wondered at the
b i g n e s s
of it all
& collected clouds
& played with the gifts of the Earth
Now home again,
Away from tessellating rock platforms....
Back with my dry grass and red dirt.
I pot up pups
& eagerly watch the pink dye giving berries form.
& learn that my pot-plants are psychoactive.
This year, I shall be a Shaman of my own division.