Lying on this plateau, sweating in this heat.
from my skin, its puddling around my hands - my feet.
I am surrounded.
By nothing meaningful. I've never been so alone.
I am so in control, yet so un-united with myself.
Can I hold myself together?
Oh, the ball just started rolling...

Where does my love and consistency lie? Absorbed in this earth,
no longer tangible. Illogical it seems.
Erased from brain, from heart.

I have the garden, I am fully grateful. Beauty still -
It reigns. But I'm sitting in an orchard and all the near trees have passed.
The shade I loved so much. So gone. So lost.
I'm sweating on this plateau.
My palms are wet.

It never falls on needed ears, always my own.