Loam

I’m nestling into the soil, observing it all

A peregrine floats above the clouds

I don’t know if I’ll ever espy the root of it all

Still I press my face into the ground, I’m waiting for the hammer to fall

I think I’m beginning to see the root of it all

Myopia gradually giving way

The imminent tide leads to restlessness

A forest springs out of nothingness

The fear promenading away

In its shadow a void

Fix my eye to the barren path

Where I only remain

I’m shedding the burden of restlessness

To rise from the loam of the nothingness