Olympic National Forest

The sun sets and the ocean falls into the sky.

Roots expand inward as well as outward

Mind mollified by mossy sighs.

A river flows vertically in me.

I flow with it.

Dreams.

The moss of mine are not yours to carry.

In my forest, deeply buried.

Evergreen and glowing.

Growing, growing, growing.

Eagerly effeminate eyes

Dismantling stereotypical guise.

We were never made

To be singular.

Here I stand as you, as all.

No longer looking for my body.

My face in the world.

My form dripped in moss

Adorned in feathered ferns.

Evergreen and glowing.

Growing, growing, growing