These walls are too close together
their shoulders are too broad

The ceiling is too low
for their high egos

I am a big girl
in a small room

where no one moves

Do you ever find yourself
(when beneath canvasing trees)
Standing alone in the singular comforting heat
Of the of the only illuminant rays to find
Their way through the clouds of leafy green?

Do you? I did
And it felt so immaculate to be
Warm and alone in the wooded wilds
Where I was free