i do not force myself
instead
i listen to my body
as it expresses itself
i sit by myself
in green grass
beneath living tree
mist kissing skin
and flesh
and soul
and i allow my body
to speak
to confess
to complain
i allow it its agonies
i allow it its revelries
this is a solitude
i must embrace
as long, as winding
as it may be
i do
because
there are
no elegant shortcuts
