2021/4/4 #poetry With the tall Eucalyptus I stand underneath looking up. I'm too fast to notice the movement, swaying, or fluttering leaves, the action escapes me. My time moves at a different rate to the trees. I can slow down, and I do on occasion, but it takes a thought, I must remember. Connecting with my breath, in such a direct way but still so imperceptible. My body disintegrates into air and becomes the trees, they do the same for me.