I’ve become woodsy.

I go and play in the forest again 

As I did when I was young.

The smell of the trees growing up through the earth

Stimulates me.

The woodland floor is littered with fallen leaves and sticks,

And the creaking of my footsteps 

Warns the animals to stay away from me.

I am alone.

And after days here by myself,

Words have lost their meanings.

I have forgotten what emotions these sounds I hear

Are supposed to invoke in my mind.

So the wind is.

So, the sounds of birds and insects. 

So the muddy puddle that was my heart

Has cleared.

-jenn