Dirt tracked in
Ring ancient and sacred
These woods have felt us all
Held us all so many times
And as I pace the soft path littered with leaves
And flanked the exposed roots of the trees
Snaking and tangling like arms in the earth
The arms of all the dead who have felt this before
I sense that I'm not alone here
Even though I came here to be alone
In the lеaves, in the branches, in thе roots
It crackles
And if I could see it, it would be static
Like sparks in my hair
Like fireflies
Footfall in the woods
Stark beauty of dark earth
And roots like bones, like snakes, like hands
Fresh smell of rain and darkening leaf mulch
Pigeons and crows sailing the breeze
As the sun sets mid-afternoon
A strange light in the sky like a promise
I am not alone here
Even though I came to be alone