James Rainsford
[Poem] Don’t forget the whispers.
Don’t forget the whispers,
the gentle mist,
and dappled lichen.
in all your searching,
craving to be,
everything you already are,
open your eyes,
sit for long enough,
metaphorically,
physically too,
don’t forget the whispers,
in all your searching,
they’re looking out for you.