it's taking some thought, but let's see if I can remember how to think in iambic...

[timepiececlock]

wriggle and tumble out into this sea
of damp scraggly grasses and faraway sky
of brown weeds and shoots that brush-kiss your knee
and drop earth down your ankles from wind passers-by.
watch out for brambles and roots that will trip
swat away ticks and admire the way

...about half-way-ish...