Mini tusk trunk
I was isolated in the undergrowth
at the height of a precipice.
I was isolated and grasping a blade.
I was frightened and ready to kill
at any second. Then a Wise
in a shiny, glossy cloak appeared
on the path and said not to be scared
but to expose myself, so I did.
Tentatively we creeped along the road
and came to a mirror pool with dirt.
There was a small, mini tusk trunk.
We nourished it. It consumed from the
holdall and was really loving itself;
going in the holdall, then joyfulness
in the dirt. It was hugging my palms
and being really vulnerable. I nurtured
it. Then I took in the beautiful,