When you will enter the forest,
When you will cause the first brittle rock to crunch underneath you,
You will want to do–
Do not shy away, embrace this feeling
And wrap it whole.
You will want to rush into the trunks
And crush caterpillar-nibbled leaves into your ears
And rub the running mud all around your neck,
Let your fingers ride a musical merry-go-round.
There will be times you will want to bite the sky
And there will be times you will want to tug on the legs of the swimmer,
Down the swollen river.
Then, you will want to construct a house,
Under your nail, yes your mountain-like nail and your plateau-like nail.
For the bug that had been on your cotton shoulder
Since the first drop of water immersed your blemish.
You will also want to barrel roll upon the wind-struck weeds
And bury your face in the gurgling glory of the sprouting flowers.
Whisper the wondrous words you would never scream,
Onto the polished pebble’s pride.
You will never want to leave.
Anoushka Panda is a humanities student whose best friends are words, her dancing shoes, and her camera. Terrible puns almost make it to the list. You can find her work (minus the puns, unfortunately) on her blog, warblingworld.wordpress.com.