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
Honestly, I’m not sure What to think Of these days of uncertainty As if uncertainty Was never a part of our living And dying Are we so much wiser Being able to see the unseeable Panic filling our hearts Pretending To stave off the inevitable Knowledge enough To hide like mice?
We ask ourselves Is it enough to be alive While not living By what measure Will one consider Infinity Coming to that final conclusion That realization of consciousness That those things we can control Should never Control us?