I Walk In Your Forest

Photo by Filip Mishevski on Unsplash

The wind whispers

over, under, around, through us.

Toes touch toes, feet touch feet.

Roots to leaves,

we stretch ourselves

as trees.

I walk in your forest,

you in mine.

Lips dictate rules, trunks obey.

Unsung song

Inaudible rhythm

Shared pulse

Synchronicity

We inhale each other

as one inhales the pine scent

early in the morning

as the wet earth meets the sun before

daybreak evaporates.

We exhale endless seconds, gasp,

collapse, branches tangled,

hair toussled, taught muscles.

Birds rest on us, singing songs

we know, we have always known.

Though strong like oaks, we

feel soft as spring grass,

soft as moss.