“Get lost.”
Is this big brother sending you
away
or
an invitation to
wonder,
wander,
stand under
a tree?
See
the cracked bark
like grandma’s skin -
furrowed, pinched, well lived in.
See
the abandoned bird’s nest
like a house hurricane-d,
lopsided and empty -
what a shame.
See
the fresh green shoots
co-mingled with dead, dried out limbs,
like a baby at a wake -
everyone loves him
Get lost
in your
thoughts, ideas, dreams.
When you come back,
tell us what you’ve seen.