alone in the forest, not quite
trees and those out of sight
underground all around,
in the air with the sounds

of those who ķnow how to fly
insects and birds in the sky,
moving here as well as there
little feet everywhere

unseen beneath the green
while alone in the forest I dream
of another place far away
from thinking these thoughts today

in a different state of mind
in one that is easy to find
attached to the rhythm of breathing
in and out, in then leaving

a different state of mind
in forever and out of time,
alone in the forest, not quite
one with the ones out of sight...