The Ground Beneath My Feet Is Moving Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Though the world is quite still
Though it's quite still, like tranquil water
The ground beneath my feet is moving.
At an irrepressible constancy
Steadily, it moves my heart eastwards.
And there are only three little words.
That I can use to describe it,
To describe its
Pull and irrepressible movement
There are only three little words.
wants to speak its truth,
And they are. I love you.
World, I love you.