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”
Copyright © Rachel Bennett | Year Posted 2016
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