i [bad word] the fact that my cats [bad word] into the woods before me returning home to only be bestowed with moral codes like whoa what makes an animal golden overnight a sight to see them curled in each other like they couldn't ever fight might i get this niceness by moonlight is it that easy to find peace of mind this calls for a quest of sorts for me and my notebook i get my basement boots and blue jeans and backpack for the evening and i quickly get to leaving i follow a line of thin and mossless dirty earth that moves along the forest floor like surf but wooded and it's almost like i hear the trees aching themselves alive like moonlight is the time for delight among the spirits i never really thought i'd feel safer as it gets later in the day on foreign ground that's growing darker regardless to my heart i give way cause it's what's gonna get me through these woods they couldn't be more soothing and alarming and alluring suddenly i feel a physical pull towards the center where the weather like the eye of a hurricane is better and my heart b-b-b-b-beats and skips a beat and my knees weaken when i see it actually breathing a single tree on an island amid a mile-wide pool creaking slowly like it's looking for something every breath i make is held in reverence for whatever the [bad word] this is and it moans out to me i ghost out of the trees right to the surface of the water not in control any longer and i wade out to the living thing as tall as my disbelief and as immense as my heartbeat it hits me i think that i just might be as happy here as i will ever be so [bad word] time for this this this this tree and i to meet i think that i just might be as happy here as i will ever be even if it's just this evening

i just hold my hand out soft to touch the living god and with my eyes shut i feel everything around me lifting off