I Stalk

I stalk what I
have always almost known

I walk the forests 
of silence

in the company
of all I’ve ever lost

of all that has found me
wanting and wanting more

can this stalking become 
stem for a bud

that begins to make
a bloom that starts to open

and accepts what the sun
gives and what it takes?

I walk the forests
of silence

moving my feet
and moving my lips

to shape the words 
that I can not say

I stalk what I 
have always almost known

I am only myself
for this immense instant

before it swallows
me whole and forgets