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