The Forest by Gregory Corso

The forest is wild like a child, though I cannot approach it, fearing its shadows will take me, root me.

And yet, in its heart, such wonder awakens: a tree that leans against a million still lives, that holds within, a universe of colors,

how can I enter - there is danger in the thick of it, my thoughts will unravel, my breath will lift, it will drown my reason, a flood of leaf and branch,

sending me spiraling upwards, whispering, between the light,

• I could lose my name in the silent echoes, A child again, at peace with the chaos, a humble wanderer in the beauty of things.

• Gregory Corso