The Smell of Reality

The tent in the morning and the wet grass
My foot stopping suddenly.

In the evening, going to the cabin,
My foot, rubbing dry earth, still teaching me.

This cannot be outdone, this is the whole universe.
Everything else is moving in the distance,
How could it ever catch me ?

©FJ March 2024
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