A Different Tide, This One Of Grass Poem by Jack Shimmin

Dark as my shrouded escort, lead to this vastness; amidst an atmosphere of a particular sort, rates of speed and heart double in fastness; influenced under this great light.

Black figures surprise then diminish tranquillity amidst the chaos of my mind; the element held my focus, with no foreseeable finish, still; this place gave much sight to the blind.

Terrain of discomfort, thrusting my heels into the world of which they craved; to thoughts of possibility and fear my mind held shut, as for a few moments, from the many tides of reality I had been saved.