Green

Everything green

eventually finds its place amongst the broken bridges and roads.

As soon as havoc ensues,

the green emerges from its captivity.

The world no longer feels empty.

The green fades away all blues,

and covers the broken metal and rust,

enriching it with vibrance.

Forgetting the old means

allowing the green in.

I begin to immerse myself in it,

becoming one with all its properties.

In the green,

being spotted isn't terrifying.

Being found is what is most difficult.

For how can we be found

amongst something we have allowed

ourselves to so easily

forget?