Dryad, Displaced.

I went to walk the woods today.

Green and gold came pouring down

Into my open palms, into my outstretched arms

Into my expanding self.

I shared a breath with the woods today.

I breathed their air as they exhaled,

They breathed me in as I breathed out,

Drinking each other in like water.

I followed the path in the woods today.

Slender limbs stretched and arched together with mine,

Rustling whispers rushed after my steps,

And my progress was marked.

The woods made way for me again today.

And every time, I ache as I leave.

And every time, I feel their reaching.

And every time, I think of when I will return,

As though we had been lovers

And I was on a journey

Dreaming

Of homecoming.