Jessica Holleque

There’s a place in the woods
	That has yet to take shape
For a woman en route
	As she bends light and space.

In the wake of her journey
	Crumpled dreams now unfold.
Her hands shape her future.
	She’s broken free from the mold.

There is life she brings with her, carries along
	And leaves behind
As she crosses the waters
	As they ripple aside.

She’s finding her place in the woods.