It is to step off the world,
to succumb to limitless awareness,
to touch the dance in your mind
with trees too large to embrace,
with voices that abolish silence;
Not alone, not prey,
easy to dream of a house here
like an eager foreigner,
but the fog and the quiet lapping of sea’s wishes
encroach to take your life,
lifted,
opal sky, water with eyes,
you can only give your soul here:
sing, like the raven’s rattle;
shrink at the chorus of wind and leaves,
lay down: moss, moist air,
a limitless vision in a tiny wooded space.
Nothing speaks to you
but what you can hear.
