i walk the back woods barefoot thinking i would *escape
but then i realize all around me knows i’m here
when i breathe ,the air comes without announcement
with every step the ground comes up to meet me
when i reach up the leaves of trees touch my finger tips
if i look up at the sky with its white crinoline skirt it stares back
whistle and i’m joined by the cardinal, sparrow and bluebird
sing and the howl of the wolf is inspired knowing of my presence
trying not to think but memories entangle me in reflections
my beating heart calls out to those entwined with mine
this soul carries a torch for those that have left me
i guess escaping is not easy, only solitude
* connotes selfless; Tao