Kindness On the Way to Nowhere

Kindness On the Way to Nowhere
An unexpected kindness
is a resting place.
Many stop to dwell
in these secluded hovels,
all the dusty wares
cobbled there together.
We retreat into absence
for free, stay a story,
never mapping the borders
of the forest we're in.
Look through this poem,
notice oaks in a grove.
There’s a shady spot.
You'll recognize it as yours
if you want another
to find you dozing there;
I won’t know this traveler,
but please shelter them.
Tell them about the gate:
broken when I found it.
I’ve left to middle the path,
forget where I'm going.
I was, am, fleeing
the profiteers of breath;
the dwindling wind
carries my gifted whispers.5