Summer Breeze by Nicole Barth [6/23/18]

I met you in the wilderness,
where my language was foreign.

I felt you cushion me
like the moss beneath my feet.
You were warm and somehow familiar,
beneath the canopy of trees.

You swayed like forest grass,
interlacing your voice with my own;

You were the ivy growing around me,
stretching further into the details of my fiber.

Your words reminded me
of the breaths the earth had known.