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| (This is my house from a different vantage point. Taken as I was chasing a dog accross a field.) |
I walk on the grass next to the sidewalk.
I long for the softness of the earth to cradle me.
To wrap around me,
Like a blanket of calm.
I walk on the grass and not the sidewalk.
It reminds me I am human;
I am alive and a puzzle piece of the universe.
I am whole again.
I walk on the grass and not the sidewalk.
It cushions my footsteps,
Reminds me of my humanness
In a way that the hard human-build
Cannot.
