The moon sat in the sky, full
so full and round
luscious
I, surrounded by trees
and the dark
coolness in the night air
caressed my skin, lightly
a whisper
felt more than heard
trees formed one shape
a jagged asymmetrical line
they moved, rustled
in the breeze
could the whisper come from them
I asked myself
or was it a whisper
of something long ago
a calling I once heard
sometimes it seems to me
there is an excitement from
the forest
as though I may this time
understand
finally
I listen carefully
so I can hear