Leave Me Hidden

I was having trouble deciding

which to watch: Night of the Living Bloggers, or Attack of the Neck-Brace People. In the end I just went for a walk. In the woods I stopped wondering why of all trees this one: my hand pressed to fissures and ridges of bark’s hugely magnified fingerprint, forehead resting against it finally, feeling distinctly a heartbeat, vast, silently booming there deep in my hidden leaves, blessed motherworld, personal underworld, thank you thank you.