I have been stuck in a cubicle for too long, and in the last few months, I have come to a stark realization–a cubicle is not for me. I need more than a screensaver. I need more than a window. I need the outdoors. I need the trees. And so, all alone in my cubicle, this came to mind:

Deep in the Woods

I just want to walk into the woods.

I want to hear the branches of the trees dance in the wind.

I want the pine needles to find their way into my hair.

I want to feel the sticky sap between my fingers.

I want to find the perfect stump–a stump that is all my own.

I want to climb higher for a better view of the treetops.

I want to count the rings.

I want to hear the crunch of branches and needles beneath my feet.

I want to get lost in the shadows of the trees.

I long for muddy boots and splinters in my socks.

I dream of vast open sky and dark mossy corners.

I miss the smell of the dirt.

I miss the chill of an afternoon breeze on the back of my neck.

Dear Woods,

If I could stand up and start walking to you, I would.

I would run my hands over your hard edges.

I would lean into your out stretched arms.

I would swing on your branches.

I would sit in your quiet.

I want to walk into the woods.

And when I finally got lost, deep in the foliage,

That is when I would know –I was finally back where I belong.

-This cup is for Forest Park. I miss you more than you know.