Oblivious

In this world
of illusion
she treads
lightly
leaving no
footprints
no scent
to be
picked up
by marauding
packs of
coniferous
beasts
hungry
for
her
She lies down
in tall,
sweet smelling,
blue grass
and listens
to the sound
of
the wind
as it moves
over her
hiding place
touching her
gently
like a mother's
kiss
on her child's
cheek
She lies
quietly
feeling
the earth
beneath her
breathing
with an
ancient
rhythm
a subtle,
sweet,
massage
constant
and
penetrating
She feels
safe
protected

oblivious





"ellecee"