Leave the highway/freeway/toll roads/M1 ,A roads,-even B roads
seek out those spider vein worm lanes that inch through villages
Slow speed down to walking,take time back to watching
every day a Sunday.Wonders resurrect!Trees that bend over
and touch fingers of branches /shaking leaves like hands
Curl of a corner which blocks out all futures
leaving you suspended between high hedges
with existential trust that no tractor or truck trespasses
(for someone will have to back back into side lane
Happily traffic is as individual as deliveries-
for who seeks slowness in a world of coffee?
Who has the time to take time for time to be
parked by Glastonbury Tor/Chalice Well -
or deep in the curling greens of Dorset or Cornwall?
Where else can stone be seen older than signs that point
and standing stones and ruins older than all fences?
When can you go -just to stop-and to stay?
They who live by-in farmhouse,off layby,are used to the silence
Seasons creak treeslengths to seek cloud skies
Your life is longer when you seek the smaller Paradise..
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