Quantoxication

To the untrained eye
All that's here are trees,
Heather, gorse perhaps,
But to me, there's wonder in abundance...
Quantoxicating awe.

In Spring I'm Quantoxicated by birdsong,
In Summer I'm Quantoxicated by bees,
In Autumn the colours are Quantoxicating,
In Winter, the air glistens as I breathe.

Look up at the light as it flickers
Through busy thoughts of work, tension and fears,
See it dance on the tip of your fingers
Touch fern-spirals and chase away tears.

Feel joy rise as you climb, twist and open
Onto spaces where time has stood still
The soldiers have left us a rampart
Within which to find calm and to chill.

In this space the vastness envelops me,
In this space I am one with my surrounds,
In this space there are ants effervescing,
Flowing mounds barely making a sound.

Look down at the ground and see futures,
Look down at the ground and see Earth,
Look down at the ground and seed hope,
The Quantocks hold the power of rebirth.

Be Quantoxicated by the scale of the high moor,
Be Quantoxicated by the light on the dew,
Be Quantoxicated by the sound of the cuckoo,
Be Quantoxicated by your place in this land.


A Wensley

27.04.2023

Inspired by Dowsborough, Quantocks