Escape

[BBgrrl]

Exhausted, used heart - bruised

sapped by heat-suck hectic urban.

I need to escape – shedding

its labels of suffocation.



The embrace of the trees

is cool, slumbering green.

Breathing growth –

wild, verdant, and

dreaming serene.



Aboriginal voices whisper;

the heart of the forest beats.

Calling, leading me – yearning

for an intangible, unsaid need.



Now – the cardinal spirit

rises august before me.

Fostered by an attendant cascade

branches open, unconditional.



Surrender, rest, hush -

flutter-thoughts from the leaves.

Hoary knuckle straddled

legs dangling, toes licked

by the laughing stream.

Moss cossets temple and cheek,

tenderly pressed

to the living beam.



In primal, ancient rhythm

saps rises, fecund

potent through my veins.

It bursts in sweet dewdrops

Father-tree sips from my skin.



In the secret viridian I am served,

refreshed in beatific communion.

To sleep – fulfilled and curled

in the cleft of a nurturing dream

[jim kirby]

great imagery and very descriptive prose ... well done!