night cycles
lengthen and cold
air full of stars
thick tree smells
deeply pulled inside
fresh crisp breath
steams around the path
face slightly smiled
wondering how all
this came to be

you think you're doing right
complex vines feeling out the shapes
and climbing ever higher
through your growing tangle
even smothering yourself
sometimes just to prove
you have no prejudice
i understand in a way
you have perhaps forgotten
when the first leaf escaped
and felt the water flows
and the sun reached down
through morning
that you like the rest
could never have enough

if there is a way
to see
and know
without myself
i desire
(not)
to try