Forest For The Trees

I remember how once

I was a small girl

With sheared-off hair

And bare feet on

This road. Looked

Upon by the trees who

Made me feel so much

Less lonely.

But now I am swallowed,

Lurking in the belly

Of this rattling mechanical beast,

Carrying me to where I

Will beat back the forest,

Something that little girl

Would never have done as she

Cried for the Amazon

And its crippled rainforests.

But that little girl

Was the anger in me

And sometimes, more than she should,

She rises.

When she falls,

She cries out and

I wake up to the rain and think

Wasn’t she beautiful?