Hidden Together

There are green cats in the fields
where the wind mews and hunts
its own voice.
I have walked further today
for I have not wanted to be anywhere.

The fox and the hare
live out in the open
and hide from each other in the light.
At night
they sleep so close together
that they hear
each others breathing dreams.

The rain has stopped
and the trees are waterfalls
of the sky.
My walk is a labyrinth;
something I etch into my soul
to be read later.

I understand that we are all here
hidden together in full view.
It has to be this way
otherwise souls
would have no paths to take
and green cats no self to stalk.