Spaciousness

Writing
It is as though
No paper could be large enough
To contain the
Expansiveness
Of my vision.
Container after container
Thrown away,
Discarded, used
In my trail –
Family, Home, Country, Lovers.
My soul is on a journey
And the world is its limit.
I want to fly
High as the Eagle
And look down
With the sharpest of vision
At the specs below,
The lines in the fields
The rolls of the hills
The merging of the sun and the landscape
At dusk,
Rules
Fading with the twilight.
I want to soar high
And still know
Where I belong:
In this nest
That is my body,
Lying warm on the
Sharp grass
One with the butterflies
And plants,
At home in the trees,
Alive
In matter
And knowing that
In the jigsaw of life
My piece
Belongs here
And although small
It matters.

© Elle Harrison 2005