I do not know where to go to stay strong.
I understood where I always needed to believe.
To the ravished forest, brutal and gentle, dark and light.
Can I ever release this flight?
Quail twinkling upon slightly frozen blades of grass.
Milk weed disposing of fluff, hard and fast.
I do not know where to go to stay steady.
I understood, however, the dug earth, the rampant maple leaf, the need to see and see…
Would deliver me.