Feels like I’ve been wandering through this forest for days
Searching for just the right olive branch
Enjoying the sights and sounds of solitude
Scratched knees and tear-stained face
Then, like a saviour – unexpected but longed-for:
Blue sky, bright light
And I smell the sweet scent of a singular tree
I melt into the meadow
Cling to the strength of those roots
Nestle on the moss-covered trunk
It tickles and comforts all at once.
And as the memory of the forest fades with each inhale
So does the olive branch
Did I find it? Was it offered? Accepted with grace?
Will I need it for my next untimely sojourn?
Better yet: can I forget the way to the forest?
(Written: February 2014; Performed: TBD)