widdershin shell

crawl from your rain-filled caverns
your hushed and loamy hideaways
your now sodden hobbit holes.

take refuge
among
green green grass,
there to do your best impression
of rock
worried smooth
by the inevitable rhythms
of time's twiddling thumbs.

hunker down in that bed of clover
while overhead
the drip-dripping fingers of sky
pluck meandering melodies
from brother blossom
and sister leaf
under clouds looming
like the bark of a log
too far away to give shelter.

the earth plays road
to your solitary foot
as you inch
toward
safety,
there to bide your time
as home drains for your return.