Finding the path through
the woods are alive too
There is much path to be had. – mww
Woosh! Flying high in the sky, sometimes if you listen.
Drifting slower than you or I, way out of reach.
Big like our imaginations, crawling by.
Capturable, in a way.
Like a breath.
Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t see you down there,
I must not have been listening out for you. Are you OK?
Pardon me, but what if you accidentally killed something that mattered to you?
maybe you’re just walking down a path, up a hill
and something jumps in your way, underfoot or
in your face.
Now that it’s dead, what do you do?
You made it out alive and you get
to sleep in your bed tonight
Sometimes at the foot of my bed at night I think to myself
Sometimes I declare my motives to myself
Sometimes before I fall asleep, I wake up
and see the light. and then I can’t sleep.