There is a stillness in the forest
After the night rains.
Each raindrop plays its' part
to localize and dampen
every patch of dirty, tampened
earth colored leaves.
The eye can search and scan and land
on any place in the forest and feel safe.
Safe from any passersby,
safe from neighbors who look and pry,
safe from predators with fangs,
safe from predators with gloves.
No sun yet in this early time
it has not reached its' peak.
But I must go now and pretend
That I am them, not me.
But I could sit here
watching the darkened, unstepped forest,
watching with my untrained sight--
watching from my vantage point.