Poetry, Essays and Art By J.H. Dickinson from All-Creatures.orgYou, akin to all resonant thrum
Of nature
Of symbiosis
I, akin to concrete shoes
Living in granite bite
Of modernity
You, soulful pulse
Of life
Of skin afire, sensory
I, gloved and booted
Flowers crushed
Oblivion
You, depth of soul
Eyes wild
Eyes knowing
I, gaze of bloodshot
Ache in cacophony
Of loss of symbiotic self
My veins rush with cortisol
Not peace
Or stillness
And quiet whisper of beloved Earth
You, do not hate me
We share a silent moment
Sweet rain, dark soil, woolly flank
As I reach for you
To seek myself

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