I took myself to the woods.
To see horizons that ate up the sky, to curl up in crevices crowded with dark leaves whispering in the winds.
I took myself to the woods to hear no roads anymore, to see nothing of mankind, to press my ears to the hollow shells of trees.
To snake my hand inside them, to be forgotten at rest, leg twined about the roots,
My nose filled with humus and petrichor and mold and ferns
Instead of carpets and walls and overwhelm so sharp I only saw in tunnels
The human world the only reality there was
Until I took myself to the woods.
Spilled myself into her, opened as I came
Expansive I was a single mote drifting throbbing a heartbeat
Like drumsong
I was there only to become her, as she held me safer than any human can.
Waves of the ocean crashed through branches above
Crooning pulling me to depths
As the birds silenced a bubble around me, the intruder,
Until they remembered they can sing.
I was just a mote, after all, and would not hurt them.
And as beetles crept over my fingertips they tickled
Stars back into my veins
A constellation on the forest floor,
Unseen,
Free.
A Burd in Flight 