Old Compass Poem by Justin Baker

Few idling moments
to explain how a heart beats
what then...
the silence drawing nearer
what can be heard besides what's familiar?
That forest we've always known,
quite?
Or restless?
The persistent humming bark
says everything...
will be ok
maybe not now
because... god knows
it's bad...
but soon, an eye to the storm
this constant beating of life
yet an average person
would float in the quite
ignorant to the comfort
everywhere
it's there
if you listen
if you can hear
past rustling ferns
and soft panting moss
things always get better
with resistance or not
nature knows most of pain and loss
and everything you ever knew
will be ok
everything you ever knew
will be just fine.