Moss and Stones.

I wrote this last year, in a moment when I felt completely content. I've always been exhausted from my constant restlessness, urge to move and change ... I think last year I finally learnt how to be.

Moss and stones

broken bones…

The soles of my feet are tired and cracked, but they don’t hurt me.

The stones have stopped moving now,

and my feet wont bleed if I just keep walking.

The path changes again, and my eyes dart and pay attention "

this time it starts to feel like home.

The luscious pulsating green of nature ruptures and overwhelms my naked senses.

I quiver as the fresh hollow tune of the valley kisses my skin…

I risk a stop to stare in wonderment…

Peculiar " my feet stay whole, although they are bare "

the moss protects me, and I scream with joy and relief!

The bones in my smile mend

and the ground catches my heavy weight as I fall…

I let go

and sink in.

There are old eyes staring back at me,

in water collecting near, and I remember me there before "

in those same eyes,

restless as the ripples from the wind

and rolling with the stones, that now sit beneath me.

I close my lids and stop looking ahead.

The wind travels past me,

I can hear it as I’m still.

I say goodbye and it keeps moving, as the whistle nestles on my upturned lips.

On moss and stones

My feet rest and the cracks close…

Reviews

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. stunning poetry ...
. i could almost hear it being recited ...

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

Beautiful! Moss and stones. I love this poem!