I think I need a break from the city. I enjoy it, but I just need a bit of a break. Camping has always been a great remedy for these periodic feelings of confinement, detachment, and general repulsion of modern society. Needless to say, nature has been on my mind lately along with a handful of other things. I will process/write about those other things soon, but here are some words in a silly attempt to make nature feel a little less distant.
You have a map of the forest on your palms
You have a map of the forest on your palms
the cut-outs and short-cuts mapped out with every scar
you know where the waters rise and the land sinks
all branded into your skin
you have a map of the forest on your palms
it all fits perfectly between your fingers
great spans and hallowed canyons
pressed into every crack knuckled crevice
figure eight valleys circle sun-worn fingers
with hundreds of years of oral histories
spoken into your skin cells
you have a map of the forest on your palms
the place you lived and tilled, toiled and sowed
old hymnal stories, great lessons told
where there is a sermon everywhere you look
never spoken but always heard
she speaks with eyes quiet and lips cold
same stories of bygone days
preceding the roads that
separated her from her children
separated her from her children
and I am but a curious visitor.
'Be still and know where you are
only you forget when you
are afraid of being lost'
whispered in both ears
as the greatest thief of all
found its rest beyond the horizon
leaving my hands filled with
dark shadows of drunken dusk aftertaste