My Mortality Dances in the Woods

My Mortality Dances in the Woods


The earth has made a fool of me.

It arrives honesty,

Yet I always see something different.

Yesterday, I noticed the trees.

Today, it was the clouds that lifted me away

As I waited for a sunset that would never be seen.

I have spent too long 

Trying to make sense of beautiful things,

Hoping that I would one day fit in with them.

The truth, however,

Is hidden in the sea,

The soil,

And the stars.

For all my years of searching

For meaning, or the material equivalent,

All I have mastered

Is the art of chasing my own tail.