A small circle forms a group. An interchangeable bond.
Linked together, tight and coiled.
Sunlight creeps into a dark corner. Maybe, contentment.
Spirals wrap my insides, this is Now.
A corset on my spirit, for my own good. Relax. Adventure.
Free. And Roaming. But, staying put. It is grounding.
Putting it this way, gardening. Planting myself.
And down in the soil for a while. Bury. And deep, beneath a cold surface.
Here is growth. Right where planted.