Somewhere

Somewhere in these busy woods a woodpecker tattoos bark, I heard its pecking as I drifted into this glade here in the middle of somewhere. Somewhere songbirds and squirrels hustle like hoodlums on their arboreal streets, but here silence is a rope-less tent pitched under a million feet of sky. I think I could spend an hour here, or a month, time has shrouded not only noise, but also pulse from mind. This sunlit acre could be moonlit perhaps somewhere it already is? Time hoodwinks, somewhere it has moved on, somewhere it blinks and a path is lost forever, I have meandered into, a tower of stillness. what I thought I was somewhere bewitches me now in this dappled circle of nowhere.