Grounding

March 26, 2011


Woke up this morning.

To feel the sun.

And the earth.

Went outside.

Pulled weeds.

For proportion.

Dug dirt.

For grounding.

And listened.

For comfort.

When nothing is certain.

To touch the earth.

Is to be reminded.

We’re home.

And all’s right.

With the world.

In spite of evidence.

To the contrary.

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