Wet Ink

How do you fold up a tent thats invisible 

Where do you look first

In the dirt for holes

With the ways we see 

In our own views 

Narrowly 

Coming with the intentions 

Speaking truth 

Falling into a space with only a nose above water 

We can breath in the mountain air 

Fresh 

With nature calling 

Hearts in the clouds 

Plant leaves shaped like hearts

And the willingness to act 

Weights in the bag 

Over the shoulders 

Up another hill 

Through a storm 

No visions in the fog 

You start to draw next steps 

Wet with ink 

Dripping onto the rocks 

Slowly finding the way 

To water 

Where it flows around the obstacles 

Following the truth of it 

Where the face looks different 

Than you imagined 

Eventually reaching the place 

To sit still 

For a moment without time

Less of an issue 

Outside your mind 

Flowing

Your Thoughts