kenopsia, a book of raw poetry

mountain language

i went out to the mountains one day
in between the waves of grey and green
the air was copper
the rain was slate
and the sky was dark, the moon was late

i went out to the oceans one day
sailing to peaks of blazing blue
the ground was burning
but the fire was gone
the world was inside-out and felt so wrong

i left for the skies on a tuesday
i saw a leaf turn 'round and speak to me
'don't go to the forest'
it warned,
'because the trees grab hold
with limbs of gold
and keep you there. they
never
let you go.'
but i turned back,
and shook my head,
'i belong to no one
to the wild .' i said.

i smiled as i took to the foothills
i smirked as i ran to the shore
i grinned as i leapt through the catskills
and i laughed as the forest took me