I’m going to get lost in the woods
and be with the trees. I’ll stroke
their furry, scaly bark, I’ll touch
their sappy wounds. I’ll listen to
the leaves chattering and the birds
whooshing; sneaky fungus and cushion moss
will be friends. Then I’ll stop still
and let the jays and squirrels
ignore me while they live their secrets.

I’m going to get lost in the woods
to be with it all–and lose myself.