I walk through these woods

but really I am running.

My heart is three trees ahead

around the bend

Where morning light slips into you and becomes a sound.

Where a moss covered trunk awaits me.

Where time slows down.

When I leave, you follow me.

Slow and steady current

but running too.

Just around the bend

three trees ahead

Where someone else might notice you.

Doesn’t everything long to be found?

- Erin Frankel