The Forgiving Ground
Cast yourself upon the ground,
the forgiving ground,
on the softest place
I’ll be there with you
It is not bad to be lowly
atop the sinking, tickling moss
eye to eye with tiny bluebells
rubbing shoulders with mushrooms
There is softness
We are not unforgiven
This body is good
The sun kisses
and kisses and kisses
The moisture from the light rain
turns to steam
Picking out a gentle prickle
that plucks a chuckle
Laying out full length
Like me, the moss loves love
it is allowed and encouraged
The eagle flying under the day moon
is also here
above the rich breath of trees
It’s not yet the season
for the dragonfly dance,
but there are new buds
We can eat them
and be fed by this day
by ele / Eva L. Elasigue CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons