There in the distance I see the shape
A person wanders hillsides they should not be on
Something stops me from checking
A shiver, a tingle down the spine
As they dance and weave disappear
Between the trees.
They are there then gone and reappear
A pale light beckons as an imitation moon
Caresses the earth and the air
I am drawn to a place I’d not usually go
Their presence pulling me on a chord
I cannot see but it’s there, human to human
She dances on tiptoes between the wooden guards
Of the sparse forest that shelter her from life
The world as it is has grown to crowd her in
She needs to inhale the scent of the trees
Touching their bark to prove there’s something
Outside of the small world she’s trapped in
Without escape, or pity wanted she trudges
At this moment all she needs is the company
Given by the trees
Without question or need for answers
I leave her to her solitary dance.
Ailsa
©Ailsa Cawley 2021
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