At a conference,
head bursting with ideas.
Talks about nature and wellbeing,
the benefit of mindful ‘forest bathing’,
the importance of nature connections.
dried up by windowless rooms,
and too many strangers.
Break time and I escape
into a bookshop.
Funny how I always end up in one of these
when the urban world becomes too much.
My shoulders drop as I cross the threshold,
calm among wood
pulped and pressed into pages,
the ghosts of trees.
A forest of paper and words,
I feel at home
I don’t read them, just soak in the cathedral-like atmosphere
and refrain from buying another expensive notebook.
I feel the benefit of a kind of forest bathing,
a tenuous connection to nature
until I can get back to the real thing.