somnambulism

Jared Mulhair

the featherloam
is in me.

the yawning bedrock, cuddled
roots. a room of woods
is in me.

the waxmelt sky & the pool it falls
asleep in. the gown of moon.
an armoire of stars
is in me.

the snoring limbs who dream the leaves.
a nest of wings within them.
the forest soul
is in me.

The Science

Here I am sleepwalking through a world that is at once intimate and foreign. I know the forest exists, know this in my bones, and yet some days its serenity feels a galaxy away. In this age of hyperconnectivity, I constantly seek reminders of our primal origins — of that emerald tangle in which communication travels at the speed of dreams and blue-light feels utterly alien.

The Poet

Jared Mulhair is a husband, father, and spoken-word poet. He has performed his work across the Pacific Northwest US and has been published in the international Twitter writing community’s VSS365 Anthology. He tweets a daily poem @PoeticAdept.

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