Disappearing into neglected woods,

Past a dirt path toward a tangle of trees,

I scraped and I struggled

Through spiraling thorns embedded

In bark, in shade, in flesh.

For some troubled time, I shuffled and turned,

I twisted and ducked, contortedly

Forging the wooded trail.

With sweat on my lips and dust on my tongue,

I wiped my brow, as fingers unfurled.

Over thinning twigs and fallen trees,

With a final ascent, I reached for plains,

Open in air, searching the sky

Its simple blue drifting through

My ever-wandering eye.