We live in the spaces between trees.
No matter how many we cut down
There is always space between one
And the next and that is where we are
But as the lines get longer it is harder
Heat is selfish. Cold is impersonal.
Weather is activating. Love is not
A verb or a noun but an adjective.
So what is love?
It’s okay to be lost. Being lost
Doesn’t change your position
In the world. It’s easier to be
Found if you’re not in the usual places.
Nobody but you will be the recipient
Of your rescue. I prefer to stay lost
And at least know where I am.