In the deep forest I hear walking words of whisper
My detachable soul climbs stray sunbeams over spun nets of cobweb silver
I release my spirit between spaces of light and shadow
Where the wind touches the edge of beginning,
Where the world’s border begins to begin
Where the articulate trees lift in praise to sunlight their morning limbs
Where spoken word becomes mystery, an invitation to the dance.
©Anita Susi 2011