into the green

slithering as the sun mounting the sky

i walk the path into the forest

where birds affluter hold court 

dark then darker into the green i go

the forest as subtle as a moonbeam

at once meandering and revealed

lay sensuously like morning dew

an entire world naked as a finger

i dream of losing my way momentarily

set adrift in the heady scent

of not remembering altogether

of straying and being found again

i traipse, stumble and fall endlessly

until leaves and stones unravel  

unwrapping the heart of the forest

and i become the hunted, the forest