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