In the the tangle of roots and leaf
in the quiet of wood and bark
In the smell of pine and earth
Eyes fly wide open in a gasp
Life force resumes in the push
of breath ballooning lungs
with tingling cells in the rush
of blood from heart to head
From a slow to nothing return
Life racing, racing.
The restraint of wood and roots
ease with her steady heart beat
and the even flow of air to lungs.
What was before her eyes only
moments ago assure her
she is where she began in the so-it-seems
The Light hangs differently
Wind tickles her edges
and the silence has no voice
in the birds and scamper of
squirrels and rabbits.
“Mother, Mother. leaps from her lips
eyes darting in the familiar unfamiliar
The fine carriage and horses
nowhere to be seen,
No road, No human presence
The ocean sparkles in the distance.
Aloneness is a quiver inside rising.
