Movement

Movement

They come in the morning
first are the crackling branches
movement unseen in
the thick of the forest.
The dark mystery of all
(where in the night
sounds unearthly come.)

Then finally a face
emerges from the green—
the other part of self
that is kept in the woods.

Stepping into your world
is a grace, a gift
from the deep heart
of things until now
kept hidden.

I see all this movement
shape-shifting change
is a move towards intuition.