This was written during a poetry workshop in Hot Springs, North Carolina. The excersize took an existing line (in this case, from Mary Oliver) as the first line of a new poem. This is what followed.
When I am Among the Trees
May 2, 2025
When I am among the trees
my eyelids grow heavy.
The world brightens in sun-dappled
patchwork of verdant growth.
I dream of dewdrops and monthwings,
thrumming mycelium connections
and tiny sprite fairies' song.
My ears attune to the pulse of the earth,
cradled in the roots of still things
that move very, very slowly.