BY KIM THOMPSETT

The sap is rising 

Running untrammelled through the earth 

Tickling my feet as it enters me 

Coursing through me in little fluxes 

I see my neighbour and want to reach out and touch them 

I see the sky and want to unfurl into its silky blueness 

Every day is like a lifetime 

While I am held rapt in the sheer gladness 

Of growing