the forest

I've been tramping around in the forest.

I've found it to be silent, like a pause

I've noticed it is damp, like lonliness

It is uneven, like a beating heart

Is the forest a place of mystery,

waiting to be solved?

I've been viewing the land from my window.

I've noticed a colorless sky, like dust

I've found it's in slow motion, like syrup

It is simple and easy, like a sigh

Is the window a mirror,

showing me myself?

My window.