The Old Ways, Memory and Peace

In this forgotten corner I paused.


To reflect once more on memory. Of place. My fingers stroked the grass that caressed my legs. My eyes passed over swaying fields of barley. A green sea on land.

I wondered who had last walked along this old way. A gap between margins. A nothing. Not even on a map. So overgrown with brambles . Crumbling walls lay about in a rooty embrace. Trees that had grown from nut and acorn. Strong and curving. The softness of summer rain pattered on the canopy above me. It felt like everything was letting out one long calm sigh. Peace.

I returned. Drawn back. That lingering. I stayed for a long time. That single spot. Lost in the emptiness of my thoughts. Hoping to remember how it felt to just be.