Simplicity # 138 Claine Keily

The practise of simplicity
was forced upon me
I did not seek it
but in this poor dirt
I find solace
because I need to

In this place
I practise saying enough
then abundance

In this desert
I remember places
with tides
then fall into
the birdsong
and the craze of
the butterflies
then take this with
me at night
to my windowless room