Displacement-or finding oneself suddenly transported to another place.

It is the strangest of sensations

to be transported. Away from one’s

feet. One’s rationality. To another

place entirely.

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

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