The woodland is so loud right now
it seems to me like a city
a busy metropolis
tower blocks of timber
and so many voices
an orchestra
this bird and that bird
who knows who is talking to who
then there’s the bees
sounds of little lawn mowers
doing as they need to do
don’t mind me
there was just also a sheep
or maybe a lamb
it is that season
either way
in all ways
this place is so alive
everything is so real here
closer to me than most days
maybe I had died before
life just the last echoes of my solid form
and this
this scented air
held real breath
this purple sea
blue egg shells
pretty in my palm
is all that really exists
at least to me