I would sit
Upon the tall rock
And listen to the gentle hum of the wind.

And for a moment-
I was sinking into myself.
Discovering foreign parts.

I felt alien to the skin I was encased in.
And yet this exoskeleton,
Was protecting me from joy.

My watery eyes gazed to a faraway land
Where my future lay, dormant.

Lifeless creeks and silence among the fauna,
As I looked into the forsaken reflection of the river.

I felt loneliness like the cold
And every fine hair stood up;
Still and frozen.