Hazy Acres

I was in the woods 

Watching wood 

Seeing and not seeing 

What is real 

Was I real 

Not waiting for a miracle 

Believing in a miracle 

Setting sail in my faith 

What once was a beginning 

Has ended 

And I am starting again 

I am in the woods 

Watching 

Even when I am in the thick if it all 

Listening 

While the winds blow through 

And it silently overturns us 

I am listening 

While I am watching 

Even when I am speaking 

There isn’t a place I cannot go 

In my head I am free 

Not from me

As I am no longer capable 

Ignoring the failures 

Trespassing the faith 

Without limitations 

Letting go isn’t silent 

Always