Something Innate Revisited

Suddenly a moment's pause remembered smoke upon the breeze, enchantment, rising from its cause - a hermit in a vale of trees ; I wondered how my world would be in keeping with his solar arc, his caravanserai and poke at one with the surrounding oak, his song-birds, singing there 'til dark ! His spirit with its tether cut, his body, like a make-shift hut : I cannot live the way he did my home is plotted on a grid ! (from the mysticseed series)