Movement
The small scurry beneath the great oak
The snout
grey
    soft
       furry
Probing
Searching for tid bits the branches have tossed down
The wet squelch of aged moss
yeilding, ever yeilding to the doe's delicate step
the fawns bumbling run
the mountain lion's deadly stalk.
Yeilding and releasing and comforting
Embracing with a soft squelch.
Water feeds the velvet plant
Nourishing,
it flows across rounded stones
bubbles beneath the majestic fern
dances with the sharp spice of wild ginger
The roots
Twining beneath the rich fragrance of the earth
Grasping
        crawling
                 settling
wrapping thin unbreakable arms tight
                  holding
         enduring
thriving
Laying a knotted earthy trail for all critters to run
Laying a strong base for boulders to rest
Paws to trod
and blood to settle, sink, return to the
Deep rich earth.
No past
No future
Just the soft willfull passing of time.

It is complete
I am done.
3658 words later I am done.
No matter the quality I am done.
Wasn't it always taught quantity over quality?
No? Well it is in the case of a 3000 word essay.
I will save my quality for shameless poetry written under the cool reflection of the stars
For the wave of rhythm that turns my feet into wings of freedom
For the all consuming beat found in Mother Nature's skin
In her rivers
In the silant cedars whom stand watch under a snowy veil
I will save my quality for creativity
And Love.
I will save my quality for dancers feet and watery paints under the moonlight
I will save my quality for the love of life
No more lost sleep over abhorrent essays
That are expected to be born from no structure
No. I am done with my essay
No. I will not re read the terrible word ***** I have exploded onto the pages
No. I do not want to touch, smell, or see my essay ever again
And if I should come to a point in my life
Where loathsomely long essays are required
I shall write more poetry to book end
my traumatic experience with beauty.