If I could eat grass

I would settle on this moor

With wild ponies

Lost in soft red trunks

A giant green canopy

Standing still in time

Smooth grey pebble stacks

Loom and rain across the bay

Crabs sneaking below

On steep wooded slopes

We found a white stone altar

Origin unknown

Tectonic plates shift

Forcing up ever growing

Mountains of regret

High pressure settles

It’s warmer outside than in

How can I pause time?

Fear of the future

And attachment to the past

Are both in this box

As the stars appeared

From hazy sunset cirrus

We quickly lost count