‘It is injurious to the mind as well as to the body to be in one place and always surrounded by the same circumstances. A species of thick clothing slowly grows about the mind, and the pores are choked, little habits become a part of existence, and by degrees the mind is enclosed in a husk.’
Richard Jefferies
I know I’ve got to use my mind and my hands
if proof has come in life as to what
it is this
today I set out intent on tending the words that come through the cells of my brain land where they do
whether worthwhile or scrap
either turned into fodder for the earth the soil the sprouts that come
as I trowel the muck that travels through this husk this composted heap of being