The Forest In My Head
a forest grew that night
my walls now trees
waving hello, having just been g r o w n
fifty years in five seconds
and as i sit on this bed of leaves
Imagining.
the wind curls around me
blowing the moss that
hangs from the curtain racks
the rug is grass
fresh and soft
covered in dew
a jump forward
Brings me to the tALLEST tree
watching my shadows
come to life
and as they frolic
around my forest
A Chirp.
Opens my eyes
to see a bird,
just outside the window,
fly away,
taking my forest with it.