A Guiding Faun

I remember a willow tree half-eaten by fire and lightning; and later a blue tit nest a living scroll within a cracked-open blackened vest. I remember a frozen landscape. A winding stream with yellow primroses and a personal agony back then- I imagined-would-always-remain a torrent. I remember thinking, how do I fit? How do I survive-identical a blue tits egg? Will I endure lives, every misfortune; equal half-eaten willow trees apportion. I remember thinking this is no dream. It holds nightmares of every persuasion- of joy and misery of equal equation; it evolves, as does the season's opposite. I remember thinking, how life goes on how it flourishes with virtuosity, how it fights back from adversity, inhabits-remote places, a guiding faun.