crossed leg on the floor
timing my breath
to hear the Island and the places within myself.
my heart beating
without a conductor
free styling.
the bird chipped and tweeted
outside the cabin window
unaware of my ears or attention.
besides my heart, breath and the bird
the Island and I were in silence
a shared conversation.
what the dense forest told me
in bird tweets
I replied with heart beats.
there isn't much
I could say in words
except in my pure existence
finger tips to finger tips
to the end of my feet
with every strand of hair on my head.
I listened intently to self
the ideas and characters in my head
a world
as vast as the forest outside
with it's own coordinates.
my mind, a place
I speak eloquently at all times
act out adventures
come up with lines to fill pages of poetry to share
the mountain where I store my passion.
Writer
Selam
