By Appointment

Sitting at a higher vantage point I catch the light of the day turn to night, and then the dark return to dawn.

Attention is brighter from this place above my typical view. 

The pleasure of bird song and rooster calls and insects humming are received upon this perch that sits not above nor below the foliage. 

The waning morning moon reveals and the deer can explore freely, without fear from my human gestures. 

Allowance of height as a balm, offering sanctuary to a broken heart.

Somehow this distance for my tears to fall upon the dirt gives more space for my breath tides to rise and recede.

Revivifying life force whilst never surrendering the sacred cocoon around my mother organ.

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