I remember, now,
to slow my, dis-eased,
Learning how to be STILL,
Yet ever alert.
Blinking and tasting danger in the Air.
Presenting pre-historic, spirit/body, to the Sun,
Soaking up the gift of Light and warmth.
Also stored in Rock below me.
Informing my flesh of the true order of Life.
Taking the opportunity.
To power up my inner core.
While toughening my outer armour.
For future fights, as yet, unseen
That advance across invisible horizons,
That threaten all ideas of freedom.
Awareness of predators.
of those that
Kat Robertson May 2020