audio accompaniment: “44444”
Finally.
We walked in your forest
And were transported
Absorbed
By the language
Spoken between tree and root
To a place
Found only in the mind.
I stopped to weep.
At the bridge
Tears of joy
Fell into the river.
Drops united
Flowing to the sea
Finding
The great expanse
“We mustn’t stop,
It is forbidden”
“Go ahead,” I said.
“This is my place.”
They were coming for me
Masks revealing only their eyes
I removed my covering
Breathed deep and long
Atom by atom
Evaporating
Into the pink fog
I went for a walk in my favorite forest on Monday. It’s ok to walk, but no stopping? No meditation? No appreciation for the connectedness of nature?
Put me in jail if you must, but I refuse to “visit” a place I call home.
multiple exposure photograph with birds added (manipulation) – I wanted to make a square, but it just wouldn’t work