my body is an interchange, a stream station, where
trains of thought twirl, come and go
well functioning for something that is breaking down I do not recognise my skin my joints my hair my nails
a forest is dying
my heart’s unbreaking lullaby to myself is on a loop
this tree is where I breathe
the forest chokes, exhausts, fumes
this river is my blood, never the same twice
I went home to my body
no longer the home I knew
things happen when no-one’s looking
forests dwindle
flowers fester, petals tumble, caterpillars emerge
I still grow
despite the forest