walking in the woods

This isn't a story, it's a poem. Or maybe it's both.




The boy walking in the woods
hears birdcall and leaf hiss
these sounds outside of him
and within him too


the world, a movement
back and forth between inside
and out


and his thoughts
are walking too
like ghosts in a
mathematical forest


sometimes a thought
so new and strange
it takes him a few steps to
catch up to it.


He wonders
have I walked into another world?


The woods
never say yes
or no.