Walk Gently

Slow down.
Press lightly with your feet.
Shoes on, shoes off, it doesn’t matter.
The land just wants to hold you.

Feel the air
brush your cheeks as you go,
welcoming your breath,
folding it back into itself

even as it rushes to fill you again,
settling in the cup of your ear,
in the space between lashes,
running, like a hand, over your hair.