Stock still

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Standing stock still in the yard
A moment of reprieve from this aching back
In which to contemplate the creeper
That has summer-swarmed across the fence
A shaggy wall of hungry green

I look towards raised beds blanketed beneath
Their sunlit canopy of fierce expansive leaves
A mass of mess, the growth I should have cropped

And under it I see the body that was me
Curled up there, cool and easy on the soil
All free of thought, no longer hastening
So soon embraced by stalk and root
And merging slowly back to brown