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