Our Forest This Morning

The creek glimmers between swathes of green paint

that someone in the night had scumbled

over all the land and sky.

Farther down, the creek is calm.

I wonder if any of these footprints are yours.

And upon our summit, the corn is almost as tall as me.

The creatures guide me through dappled bokeh

as if we are all dreaming.

And I forget that anything else exists save our forest.