forest I

I am the forest

I am
the river
and the trees

I do not start
I do not end
I
traverse myself
on paths well worn
and fainter tracks

I am the predator
hunter
of my own undergrowth
in water
in the trees

and I am prey
vulnerable
to myself
as I quest and browse
all directions

through the forest
I am


© Frank Prem, 2017

May 2017 Poem #19: pinpointed

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