An Opening

Beyond the trees That lean toward the sun Things’ll open up There we all can get some rest and be made anew It calls out and draws me in Says the same thing each time I still can’t make it out So… What waits for us is a peace Beyond what you can hold in mind Obstacle runner Out there and waving those arms Looks small from here, but I don’t think it’s far Things will pick up speed, upon delivery Deliver me to or from what I believe I need It calls out and draws me in It says the same thing each timе: The light becomes you In ways you don’t want it to Doеs it need to hurt Or does it just need to eat Held between a ceiling of teeth Above and a floor of the same beneath A hydraulic rescue tool answering prayers Once we’re out of the woods we can get some air