Hiding in heaven

Space slows and time halts; I'm hiding.

No noise, no noise. Only the soft sound of air making its rounds in a spastic rhythm. Making me ache.

He found me, you found me.

Keep hiding.

I'm cold now. I'm safe now. Completely alone.

Birds sing, trees rustle, wind soft with sweet fragrance.

Ancestors, not just mine. Sit round me and my tree.

Telling story after story. Sharing memories they keep.

This is my heaven, no hiding, no running, no fear of being found.

Who was he; one might wonder.

 He was the humanity this generation abandon;

Consumed; each one choosing; 

Consumed by greed at last.