until i remember

until i remember,
i will walk as a guest in this place.
until i breathe that stillness in to my heart,
until i sing with the morning chorus
and know of what it speaks.
until the soles of my feet fall soft and slow,
soft and slow, soft and slow.
until the sounds i make do not stir those above me.
until i see as the wild eyes of the oak see.
until i surrender and let the vines creep in.
until the forest breathes easy in my presence,
i will forever be a guest here,
seeking a home.

all these years

never a true silence sits in these woods,
at least not by standards of science.
but this is the silence I long for,
sweet and soft.

to fall in love with this forest,
embraced by a thousand aching arms,
forever present by virtue of patience,
after all these years.

a nation, earth

i belong to no island,
with lines drawn across sea shores and thick forests.
like the tree whose roots recognise no state lines or county boundaries,
my feet are the wings that carry this fragile bird over continents.
go ask the swallow about freedom.
dare question the great humpback over which swell of ocean they belong to.
these territories dissolve with each creature and every subversive border crossing.
born of the earth we must honour its vast canvas with our wandering feet.
bare skin to soil with no direction,
just for a while and see where it takes you.
see no sign posts, states or street names,
and be unsure of the known lines you have crossed.
you can be certain of few names here,
this place defined by sense alone.
the ground on which you stand, the state.
be held by this belonging to a nation, earth,
and move on with this place as your home.

the master illusionist

this beautiful gift of a sunset, watched over by a slither of moon.
sending the sun to sleep with stories of earthly observations.
tales of chaos and serenity in every shade of orange and blue.

this ghost of a full moon, a reward for patience.
your chase with the sun painting you alone in this stilling sky.
hide and seek with only a smile to give you away.

we stand and watch as you reveal your face in it’s chameleon skin.
the master illusionist.