Setting it all up to break away and run,
like feeling your way through
a briar floored forest, you know,
there’s a walk space, small,
thorn edged and bee filled,
somehow safe and threatening,
and it’s not at odds,
it’s just the way it is
when you know it’s time to enter
the deeper heart of the woods,
a few fruits, a few thorns,
always that, the good and the bad...
