Tremenheere Residency third visit…

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Shadow

On a violet slope in strong sun I move into damp shade beside my dog, she chews nut husks lying on the ground.

A raven walks among the low-growing violets. My mother loved violets, I would sometimes buy her tiny bunches of violets and post  them to her, far away. She would unwrap them from their little damp nests. I’m reminded of a dream as I write: An envelope was coming towards me from Japan, it was carrying an egg; I was worried it would be broken, but it arrived  intact.

I sit in the sweeping green and think of my home, shut-up, closed; my seedlings unwatched…

My flank is cool pressed against flattened stems, bee holes,my fingers make shadows like leaves on this page. I am grateful that I have arrived.

The black birds walk across the grass, then take off together wordlessly, soundlessly.

A young tree filters sun and air. I connect with you, feathery pine, through my left side. You open your arms to the south, brace your back to the invisible cold north. I send my awareness to you.

Connecting through fluids, through song, through the hands of men. Awaiting protection I call, listen, shadow tethering, arc-ing web, moss and fern curling as animal gait stilled.

The trees carry creatures, water streams, planet gives seeds, men bring them to this place, plant them, leave.

Shine, song, shimmer, shadow, stilled. The lost one, the one programmed to die, the laughing bird, Sun opening head, making a pan, a valley, a garden.

You are around me in the air, I pray for you.

I hear people speaking, happily. Children laugh and bound, bright as birds.