Connected

Peace is no longer here

we hide away through the trees

and break away the branches

as we journey on through a forest.

A forest of the mind

brain ever working

tendrils always reaching,
reaching out.

Like children.

They reach to be picked up

cry out for parents

when they’re so young.

The rain cries too.

Everything cries out.

It’s human, but not everything is

human.

Everything is connected

everything is chained together

everything

is everyone.

May 2005