Somewhere

Somewhere in these busy woods a woodpecker tattoos tree bark, I hear its piercing peck and drumming. Above me songbirds and squirrels hustle to and fro through their arboreal thoroughfares. Then I, in my absent mindedness, meandered into this open glade; here silence climbs up a rope-less tent one pitched under a million feet of sky. I could spend an hour here, a week, for I am sheltered; not only from woodland chatter and fuss but also times hurried pulse. This sunlit acre could be moonlit perhaps somewhere it already is? 'Somewhere' has moved on upon a pathway I cannot see from here. This sylvan space, this patch of peace is a tower of stillness, a sunny circle of buttercups and stray bluebells, and what I thought of as somewhere bewitches me in a dappled roundness of nowhere.