(Poem 7 From The Woods)

There are many ways to answer the question.
On the surface it may seem just so
But deep below
It’s hard to know.

I showed up seeking solace from a world that has gone mad.
I stayed because of some of the conversations that we had.
And the fantasy, yes, if I am being honest.
The way the mind begins to play;
The things that were written as I went about my day.

I am a refugee from a world that is too much
I wander, seeking meaning, words, and such.
I am here to be a part of
I am here to watch it unfold.
I bring a sense of humor and am surprisingly bold.

I am wrapped in a story, both mine and yours.
A story we are creating as it opens up new doors.
There is not one answer for the why of things that have been
But it’s great to be included and looped in.