Life has progressed a lot
But through a rather unconventional path
So it is difficult to say
If I’ve moved at all
In this stillness,
as I wander aimlessly,
gathering all that I can to hold myself together,
all that I planted, grow at their own pace
Bold proclamations,
that were once buried deep
some forgotten, others rotten
some full-grown trees, others fledgling saplings
Sprouted above ground, rooted far beneath
the rotten and the forgotten nourish
the trees protect and cherish
together symbiotically they all flourish
With more proclamations to be sown
I cannot help but adore my forest
Thoughts that came to life
and life that hides in thoughts
Surreal. Yet, I’ve hardly budged.