The Land

The land. The ground under our feet. The land, its people. Its people are the land. The land can carry many people. We come. We go.

Social fabric. So silly, so surface. 

It is on the surface,

                                  only.

 In the rocks, in the trees, runs the land's steady energy. Like a slow heartbeat.

It cares not about games. If it's not childrens' games. Or better yet, adult children still playing hide and seek.

Hide first, then seek.

The land,

                 the land,

                                 the land.

A morning walk