Hidden Lands (Poem)

as a child I moved so easily between this world and hidden lands

that I did not realize that this was not a usual thing

one step was all I needed, one breath

and the noise of streets and people fell away

into a great vast quietude in a shadowed realm

I sat in silence within a fellowship of ancient trees

where they shared stories from worlds yet to be

in a language that I had always known

eventually I would return to the flash and hum of this-born life

subtly altered each time by forgetting who I was

though when the wind blew through the leaves, I heard

remember remember remember

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