Cultivate

Somehow the process  

Of sitting still  

Is allowing something new 

To sprout from the springs  

We’re cultivating  

Green stems shooting  

Unconventionally 

From the strongest foundations 

Deep rooted in soil 

Underneath our feet  

This route is not held 

By bands  

But in the strength of the rocks on our land 

That glitter like crystal in the cracks  That we

climb in the morning sun  

We are walking on territory  

Yet to be explored  

Anchored in the leaves  

Clustered around our feet  

It’s marked each midnight 

Every minute of every day  

By breath shared  

Green fingers intertwined  

Cultivating the unconventional