A hermit in the woods they say
Where life meets death
Where the wind meets the trees
Perhaps I'll have a small cottage
Buried in a corner
Unbeknownst to humankind
And I'll write
Day after day.
Perhaps I'll sit on a tree trunk
Where I'll dangle my legs
Or on the ground
Legs crossed
Or on top of a hill
As if I'm on top of the world
Somewhere
Where my words
Would eventually become
A part of this forest