to tell the story of how our lives
much before this encounter.
There was nothing about it in the sky,
this which draws us close,
they weren't our names
written on the tree trunks.
Still I find you where the sky begins,
you find me where the chaos ends.
You see, there is a line of ants
that collects our pieces together
with the fallen leaves.
Whoever crosses a forest
carrying someone else's heart to a secure place
has the right to the sun in the clearing.
(The incog silences of green is the title of one of my photo projects that can be seen here)
(Shared with The Real Toads)