Blind Freedom

I want to close my eyes
and walk
guided by
each space unseen
the roots of the trees
the measure of wind between

I can hear them
the bounty of their voices
the languish of their leaves
the smattering of their words
imbued
to the matriarchal forest

I want to close my eyes
and rest
where sassafras sings
life’s gentle purr on the breeze
sweet life
I am calling. 

©KP

 

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