Where the sky opens up
and the heavens
stoop down
to lift heavy coiled thoughts.
Where the bind round my chest
is loosened
by sweet grass and summer air.
City lights
grow soft from afar -
like earthly miniatures of great gas giants.
The trees are still;
the ground is strong
and breathes in deep.
The world,
a twinkling beetle back
Here, my weight is planted
the hum of frogsong
far-off freeways
clouds and light-speed nebula
calms the speed of the thoughts
from my head
lifts the sky
from my neck
and the world -
it grows
smaller
somehow.
Til I can hold it
in the palm of my hand.
And somehow, I’ve landed
Right where I'm meant to be.
With love to 'Quiet' and 'My House', from Matilda the Musical (Tim Minchin & Dennis Kelly).
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