Words by Karolina Ozolinsiute

This forest - unbroken - gasps out a whisper.

Deep scraps of green lean on the edge.

Trees might open the eyes for infinity.

For a salty conversation.

They might rustle trembling fingers.

it starts with shivers of sunlight

she walks in

mist crumbles away

she holds her breath

eyelashes cracks spider webs

‘it smells like pine cones’ she thinks

she draws curves in the air

heavy spirit tickles her face

forest beasts crawl in the hair.

she breaths in

the stillness of sunlight follows edge of the leaves it rained.

Look below, in the soaked ground

layers of scripts drain there. Look above

air mumble a chance.

Do you see infinity?

she belongs here.

Clearness of thoughts.

Clearness of sense

She knows how to be

This poem appeared in our Meaning Life Issue