This Is Life

Long have I lived deep in forested me
Curating its idiosyncratic
Ecology, moss, lichens, likenesses,
Myself seeking acquaintance with myself

These small songs, occurrences of my breath,
Are my turns, returns to community,
From which I set  out to become myself,
Without which I never could have explored

Dependency, its own reciprocal,
Is the originating fact of life,
Of my life, makes attachment, detachment,
The back and forth of song’s composition
 
Hint here, hunt there, is how I found myself,
Cracked foundation, eruption that is life