The Light at LaForet

Then the ponderosa became wavy

and the sun wax

and the pine cone curled up beside me

and the bird song poured through my veins

and the soil danced anew

and the wind became breath and life

— I was the pine needle
— I was the light

And nothing was static

and nothing was separate

the sun became wavy

the ponderosa became wax

— I bled out light
— I bled out dance

La Foret, Black Forest, Colorado