In collaboration with RESERVOIR
This ancient act
It connects me to the wood — to this gift from the soil
It brings my focus to its fibres, and how they almost match my own
It seems to prompt me, to know more than I see
To outstretch my hand — to feel intuitively
Through this ancient act
We borrow from one another
Forming relics of our encounters
A constant reckoning with the earth
As we tear, tend, mend, till, build, transmute and uproot
For this ancient act
My forbears would say a prayer
Grateful for an enabling substrate of imagination
With intention and care, an organic geometry emerges
And from the earth, the walls of our homes encircle
I yearn for this ancient act
For my relationship with you was interrupted
Your teachings replaced and progress encumbered
Your motives disgraced
My ties to you severed
Yet this ancient act
It seems to hold time
Creating a connection to periods outside my own existence
Making time less finite
And making its boundaries less clearly defined
Rooted now in this ancient act
We reintroduce ourselves, and make our return
Back to the ground from which we were formed
Seeking newness from what we once knew
With a collective spirit, creating a context and culture anew
