Tussock hopping, holes in my boots
Wind-licked, hysterical
It’s all seeping in

I have a chisel, my visions, stillness, but
Just knowing I can close my eyes
is not enough

They have to be shut

Each time I open them the gap
between seed and fruit
has shrunk again

A snail materialises
with a glinting trail
Taking up space

When Yumi Sakugawa says, if you wanna be a person who meditates every day, you’ve got to start meditating, so you’re like oh fuck, yeah, and then you start doing it and you’re being brave and you have inspiring friends and bogs.