Where was I?
If I strain to hear will you tell me?
I found half of a skateboard in the woods.
Now I am sad I left it there.
It would have made excellent bookmarks.
Generous trees compensate me what was lost.
I only took what I needed.
And I thanked the tree and hugged it.
Maybe next time I won't have to strain to remember.
Maybe these bookmarks never enter a book.
And instead become beautiful pieces of art
Unto themselves.
