#solum
Solum, solare, I felt you coming before you even spoke
A quiet step in a familiar room fingers of a clock stroke
Something new something not yet touched between us
Barefoot on the ground it lies beneath us basal n a buss
Supports us, everything we stand on, quiet foundation,
Holds you when you're tired meaning when we're dun
It doesn’t even speak unless you kneel down in a form,
Under the thunder, we live there, trembling in a storm,
Beneath a poem, teaching, searching for words we feel,
A steady in you, almost ready touch you in what's real,
We never left each other, a moment in us, a thing shifts,
What we're really longing for lie down with me in rifts,
In the solum rest a peace of you where silence has roots
Under your feet layers of us dense in the pack of shoots
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 8:43 AM UTC
As a perennial here
I’ve grown and died
with reasonably quiet roots
learnt colloquial voices
that let me pass in these beds
But frothing coasts,
shattered hand held heights,
cool plains of forever
and cobbled nooks
magnetise more with life
So bring me the horizon,
you wild world
and release me of my soil
commitments
so I can continue
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 3:16 PM UTC