“The Valley Fled”

the valley fled from the thought of us
unimpeded by the wind or rocks,
axes brought to bear against trunks
and arrows notched at old souls,
curious in their repose at new faces
contorted with emotions they couldn’t
understand or know – the rage
of an unenlightened world.

“Simulated Rest”

He curled up on the grass
and pretended to die
with such startling efficiency
that all the senses fled
and his heart slowed to
nothing, each thudding beat
filling him like nothing else.

bare feet felt grass, felt edges
tipped forward stroke backward
admiring endless nothing, oblivion
before deciding it was not for him
and coughing back into existence,
sitting up and clearing his eyes.