after all

(today I decided to walk out deep into the woods until I came up with answers to the questions I have been pondering. after walking more than 7 miles in the heat, I found myself lying face down in a grove of trees, with no recollection of what had happened. i took this photo then. i was injured, dizzy, and in no shape to walk the remaining 5 miles back to my car, but i realized that, not only did i have no phone reception, but i had no one to call to come help me. somehow i made it out.  i was in the woods for almost 5 hours.  after i got home, i found this poem on my phone. i wrote it today, but i have no recollection at all of writing it. i think that says a lot.)

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eight miles out i fall

black out, wake up

stones edge tree lean

ask. no reception here

no one to call. leaks

from knees, red, and eyes,

clear drops of alone

air crush with know. no

breath. out of focus all.

lost. alone. maybe here

home after all. 

Indifference

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She jumped, but the air didn’t care,

and the clouds never reached down,

just sighed, and looked away.  And she

tumbled, arms flailing, hair wound

across her motionless face.  But

the ground didn’t care, so it never

flinched when she hit, or cried out in

sorry, or caught her less broken.

The ground ignored her fall, her splayed

limbs and all the cracks that bled invisible.

Time didn’t care that she was frozen,

so she became the fall.  No one noticed.