Crossings

    Between forest and field， a threshold

    like stepping from a cathedral into the street-

    the quality of air alters， an eclipse lifts，

    boundlessness opens， earth itself retextured

    into weeds where woods once were.

    Even planes of motion shift from vertical

    navigation to horizontal quiescence：

    there's a standing invitation to lie back

    as sky's unpredictable theater proceeds.

    Suspended in this ephemeral moment

    after leaving a forest， before entering

    a field， the nature of reality is revealed.