Landscape
A wilderness of capricious Climbing, layering, twisting, tangled vines Roots that ended and began Gnarled in unbreakable strangleholds As if to say If I go, so do you Keen eyed birds soared the skies Ever searching, ever hunting Willow-winged herons Basked on leafy banks As the fish swam oblivious Beneath in their subconscious biome Poached and preyed upon The fish rises Gasping and gaping Bewildered Frightened Sliced open Darkness. Lurking deeper in the recesses of endless space In the ephemeral place between is, was, and to be Something more timeless Awakens A being of infinite knowing Understanding, power, and light The force of it tears at the land Like steel claws Ripping away the roots bound to the earth Cascading towers of pines collapse And barren lays the wasteland Except for the light No longer submerged Or shrouded in shadows of denial Glittering and glinting She exposes all unseen Keenly aware of her existence Observant of her kingdom, Of space for deliberation For definitive purpose For growth For prosperity For new settings for her to lay her head to And new risings for her to waken to She bounces off the surface of the water Fully conscious of all that lies beneath She penetrates the depths But does not succumb to them anymore She breathes deeply, fully, exalted. This landscape is beautiful for all.