The sense of my toes

curled

gripping the earth.

The touch, tingling, firm, yet soft.

Hold tight.

How is that I could miss this spot?

When this place is always with me.

How is that I could miss this sense?

Stable

Embracing

Carefree

Accepting.

When I can uncover it

as if it were waiting for me in the shadow of a ancient moss covered stone.

Simply by turning

inward.