chamomile and lemon balm

in need of some healing
i drive and drive
until i reach a brick pathway
lined with lavender
gently waving and bobbing
as i pass by.
i sit on a bench
resting my feet
on the chamomile floor
and i breathe.
a honey coloured angel
lays her head on my knee
while i scratch behind her ears
and i breathe.
and when i have breathed enough
i walk back
the sea of lavender
parting before me
my angel loping behind me
and i smile.

Paula Harris

Published in SPIN 33
March 1999