It is a process of returning.
The walls press in around me,
I cannot tell if it is constriction
Or comfort
Now holding me like a seed In the ground.
Outside the land is vast
The mountain mother
Looming over us
Shrouded In mist.
The man sings that everything
Must belong somewhere
I sing under my breath
The words memorised as a girl
"That's why I'm staying here."
Staying here
Sitting in the discomfort
Allowing myself to be buried.
I catch my breath on cold mornings
I hide under blankets
I escape the world, for a time.
I become raw and unmasked
I sink deeper Into the knowledge of not knowing.
It is then that she comes to me
Woman of the trees
Antlers and cloak
Hands me pieces of old treasures
Long forgot
By all save those
Who know where to find them.
They were never lost.
You
Were never lost.
