"I am not separate from the forest.
When I was once, I was not myself.
Spirit grows alongside trees, and it knows this.
The underside of pulsing wings,
whispering light in glassy creeks,
and oak tips cutting howling wind
have always been familiar
because I saw myself in those places
before I could recognize my own strange face.
Sometimes I die when I tread too far
beyond the tendrils of roots,
so the woods are where I want to be
when I transform one more time.”