Before we fought to contain the light
Along with the tradition of gifting spoons
We wrapped our thoughts
Around invisible gateways
Of lore and tales to peek
At shattered barriers of standing
Oak trees, branches outstretched seen
Running on a misty hilly
Infection steals our breath-
The only real way to
Who knew it was just breathing that
Was the prescription?
Wanting only to return to the
Water and resonance.