What is it to be chosen?
Pulled through a portal rife
Same to same and different
Breath has returned steady
and the heart beats back to itself.
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Eyes track slow left to right
noticing how a forest looks like a forest
And the sun dapples the green
in shadow and light.
Senses rush to meet the moment
in this awakening
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With trees that smell like
sunrise and baked bread
and a sky that fills your nose
with the smell of mown grass
and sweet honey
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Birds give their song to wings
That sing in the wind, tree to tree
A squirrel fills your mind with
forest talk of nuts and fruit and
that water is down that path
and just over the hill.
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Innocence has no answers
to this same and different.
Leaning alone against
this old tree that purrs like a cat
and fills the shock with the tender
comfort of a mother’s lullaby.
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Caroline pushes her body against
the tree letting the comforting resistance
pull her wobbly legs to a stand.
“That way” fills her mind and
the feel of bark pushes her forward.
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