I wish I could sink below the moss
spreading itself across the forest floor.
Soft and quiet and verdant
catching the sun in a tender embrace,
flirting with baby oak trees.
I wish I could be still and soft and quiet.
I wish I could feel the roots tickle
all the way to the stark white bone.
I wish I could nourish the lichens
and mushrooms with pieces of me
and find peace feeding mycelium.