Allotment time

Here my breathing slows

until no air passes through;

place and mind are one.

 

by Scooj

I sat in this overgrown corner of my allotment doing a butterfly survey this afternoon. My heart rate slowed and I caught myself not even breathing. So calm and peaceful.

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I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my profile...to this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order.

7 thoughts on “Allotment time”

  1. It is quite amazing how one can lose himself in a garden. I may intend just to pull a few weeds, and before you know it, I’ve been out there for an hour. It is the best feeling!

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