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.
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
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
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.
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.
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.