wilderness, vol. 1

outside just to smell the change in weather 
in love with the seasons of wool and leather 
had another dream, switching places with my tether 
rather be alone than lost together

if memory and community are what keep us alive 
wondering if i should be worried in the solitude i thrive 
a friend said i’m much too comfortable in the wilderness 
talking to trees, asking blades of grass the last time they’ve been kissed

i stay here with the certainty of the rising sun 
hugging and holding me until the moon’s day has begun 
i stay here with the stability of rooted bark and webs spun 
a sensitive geometry, by mere touch is undone

if mirrors and synastry are what reveal love where it hides 
wondering if i should be worried in the dark forest i lie 
a friend said i’m much too comfortable in the wilderness 
talking to me, struggling to recall the last time i’ve been witnessed