Come

Beneath my feet the ground

rises up to meet me.

This space of me,

which knows no other drum to

walk to is

Finally a field I can

see and know and rest in.

For too long

I forfeited my only

place in this world to the crowd

And the masses

took it greedily

Now

Standing in the

terrain of my

thumping heart,

A landscape more wondrous and mysterious

Stretches further

Than my feeble eyes can see

Bidding me come.