In The Fold

Brought up in the Chilterns. Resident of the coastal Cascades. Neither recognized as addresses in a country or as places contained by county.

They are creases of Earth. Ripples of her wrinkled skin. Swathes Of place and peopled through time. People insist on boxes, barriers and boundries.

Fenced in, out, off. Straight lines drawn to rule, contain, designate, divide.

County lines, state lines, national borders, catchment areas, postcode lotteries, ownership, constituency, estate. But the Earth maps with rivers and estuaries and coast, escarpment, ridgeway and slope, desert and deep cut valleys which merge, blend, bleed. And if we cannot traverse, that's of no concern of the Earth. No edge or end. Wrapped in Night the endless sky of speckled dark touching, stretching until it gives way with wide yawn to morning Light Illuminating diffracting, dispersing spreading like Water and the waves spill and pour. So Bathe. Roam. Don't demarcate our home.

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