I stroll out when
the veil between
this and that
is thin.
A bridge from
darkness
to light.
I follow paths
carved by those before
in the grass
that is both verdant
and bronze thatch.
Watching my feet
rhythmically trace
earth flattened
by footsteps long gone,
mesmerised by the monotony.
Automatic.
My thoughts flow,
transcendent.
My body rooted to the ground,
my mind floating
in the brilliant, blue sky
broken only
by the intersection
of telephone wires.
