Feeling the Earth
Why do I touch the ground, dragging my toes across it?
It reassures me, touching me as I touch it
The Earth below supports me, stabilizing and reassuring
It reminds me when I forget...
...it was the one to shore me up when I was weak, a safe haven to fall back to when I have leapt and lost
The quiet, gentle Earth, which I know and love, I lie upon it, and relax in its embrace
