Curious innocence goes wide eyed forward
Slow, searching for the familiar
Quick to stop. like a wild animal
catching a scent in the wind
or wolf eyes moving past the immediate
into the woods deep with a rustle
of leaves and the snap of a twig
Fear gives sway to return the
few steps taken from all she knows
in this forest that has her alone
Her only friend an old pine tree
that whispers it’s branches in her ears
waves it spiky fullness over her new awareness
ripples it’s bark to reassure her
Purrs like a kitten to comfort her.
It coos the story of where the sky
hums it’s bluest self, with the golden
orb flourishing the land beyond the woods
that is parted by the whimpering river
that babbles with the telling stones.
A stone will lead you to the place of Others.
Take this branch as proof of me to you
and the staff that is of the Others
My roots run deep and with others
They will bring you there and back
and everywhere that needs going
in the to and from.
With the tingle of feet to earth
Earth to roots signals the way.
In the pivot and move
Caroline listens far for the whimper