On days when standing is so difficult
I am uprooted,
long to feel the soil beneath my feet.
Please take me to the park
at the end of the street.
Leave me to lie by the bridge
that crosses the rushing creek.
Let me sink in the mud
until I become part of the earth.
Let the sun and the rain
run over me,
overtake me.
Saplings sprout from my skin,
taking all I have to give.
Birds will gather in new branches,
deer will lie in the shade, unafraid.
As I nurse the forest
from the depths of me,
I will be at peace.
Fabulous poem. I am hampered by chronic pain and fatigue but to lie by, or to be in water is my greatest relief. Fortunately I live in the sea front and swim all year round. On days when I can’t, I lie on the bed reading, writing, and gazing out out of our huge bay window at the sea, the headland and a couple of tiny islands in Cardigan Bay, North Wales. At night time a lighthouse winks at me.
Thanks, Karen! To be near water is an amazing gift and I’m glad it provides you such relief ❤️