wood
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It's a sharp crack in the air
The grain splits down the middle
A thin line that resembles ruptured cement during an earthquake emerging
A violent tremble pierces the air
Green, white.
Wood wafts westward into my nasal wonder.
Beans crack and crumble away to dust
As the black lake of broken dreams
Boils into blight.
Creators crawl the clavier, clawing
A mist of sawdust moved by the exhalation of a sleeping craftsman
With a start he wakes blinking in the late afternoon sun that slinks its way through the drowsy shack
Amongst the quiet young night,
Surrounded by darkened green
And pale yellow glowing all around,
A woman sat alone on a bench
With no direction to head to
And thoughts that cannot be contained.
Finally
My soul can breathe
Familiar, welcome
Expand my lungs
Tickle my nostrils
Climb up my throat
To sit on my tongue
I taste the counters
The drawers
In that forest deep and green
They came across a maiden
Unlike anything they'd ever seen
With gold and jewels was laden
With words of honey she led them
Deep into the wood
