Off track, derailed
through the woods,
I am grasping every branch as if
the heart of life
belongs to one single tree,
one single leaf.

I cannot see
nor even dream
of endings,
nor beginnings,
nor the train and where
it meant to lead.
Somehow I am here,
And here are trees.
Somehow I arrived
Where others leave —
this place
is colored grief.

I wander onto traces
of a path,
the way that
others came.
If some do escape,
surely there remains-
if not a leaf or two in sleeve-
the whole entirety;

I stay among the trees.