Forests have weight
Said the long night in summer
It sinks in
Like thoughts on a lake
A humid air minding
Your consciousness
No other to break the ineffable
No slanting of light
To cut the calm and dark
The forest was deep
In your being
It grew in entanglement
Through dim moist shade of day
Quiet mostly to the conversation
Mindful of a clearing
And preferring of concealment
Then come black
Healing itself by silence
The spirit of your inevitable
At one
Yet expectant
To the next coming of light
The next encounter with other
Breaking the wholeness of forest
And tearing night's perfect canvas
With unbearable veins of color