It is the strangest of sensations
to be transported. Away from one’s
feet. One’s rationality. To another
To see Inca ruins within rural
England. Yes, odd. I know.
Yet I felt it. It was the deep, pure green.
The presence of past Industry and civilisation all
reclaimed by nature. Wildness.
I thank the turn of pages and a love
of stories for this displacement.
It is not alien to me.
It is reading.
It is home.
© Tom Tide 2016