Sanctity

Savouring droplets of rain on my tongue,
Sitting at the foot of a tall old tree,
Sheltered by leaf from clouds hiding the sun,
There’s nowhere to go and no one to be.

Once I would have feared being lost like this,
Out here in the wilderness, far from home.
Turns out isolation is not abyss.
Sanctity in silence, being alone.

To think of tomorrow shows anxious haste.
Recalling yesterday is pointless too.
This moment is mine, and my time to waste.
A moment of solace, not to review.

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