The Clearing

Was there ever even a moment of
sun peeks out & clouds retreat
oh the world is
so and so

An ancestral forest clearing
all shimmers & open air
line of sight that
doesn’t break

The bones long for it
dense thickets of teeth
& claws we navigate
cautious optimism

Thoughts don’t connect
until we write them down
& even then their
orthoganal

upright progression is crowded
dense thickets of nouns
& verbs we navigate
perhaps

There was a time when it meant
the words used to write it down
in the clearing where you and
see further & further