I am tired, said the forest.
I don’t want to speak, said the person.
I don’t want to speak, said the forest.
I will rest, said the person.
I will rest, said the forest.
(But am I whole?) asked the person.
(But am I whole?) asked the forest.
Every breath of mine is ragged love,
said the forest.
Every ragged breath
is love.
‘a great inverted forest’ [from Salinger]
I am tired, said the person.
Poem by Kellie O’Rourke www.detaileduniverse.blogspot.com



