The clearing

There’s a space in the

forest, a clearing for me,

where I go unopposed with

with no one there to see.

 

And there is no road there,

just a tiny unkept path,

and no way out, for there’s

no where else I have to be.

 

In the clearing the sun shines

in its warm beauty, and I see

distinctly the blue of the sky in

this circle defined by the trees.

 

This place is my secret unspoken

that is mapped in my mind and to

it I go to forget, in this interval of time,

the neat paths that define who I be.

 

For Heidegger

 

29/8/2021