We Have Places To Go

The canopy is closing in around me Slurping up the light From every nook and cranny A sense of foreboding Her lungs are constricting The air feels tight The breeze picks up Taking hold of my soul Whispering sweetly “We have places to go” I am the gentle fluttering of leaves The pollinator of flowers Spread your arms open, I grant you powers I am the rippling of water On the surface, floating But in the end Gravity caught up with me Pulling me down the waterfall Falling… Endlessly? Until I hit solid ground She exhales deeply Spitting out the light Changing grey to green Creating a mosaic of photons Encircling me Evaporating my shivers into thin air She touches me softly “It is now time to go” The shadows dance and echo - Beneath the trees Retreating into their caves Where blankets of moss Are waiting patiently To absorb the secrets of today Stow them away Until tomorrow At the first mention of dawns glow “Come dear, we have places to go”