It told me to go outside, into

the forest and mountains where lakes hide;

where big cats prowl, hidden,

and where trunks of trees bow in any given direction

for sunlight.

The universe spoke to me today,

through a woman.

She asked me if I am happy, and I said

generally (which is a fairly generous lie).

Kathy, that's her name, told me that I should

go outside, into

the sunlight, in any given direction;

that I should bow to the trees and

let free my trunk of hidden emotion.

To prowl as cats do, in our land of big lakes

and mountains, and forest.

The universe spoke to me today,

and by writing this poem,

I hope to have listened.