Panacea

Setting her lamp down cautiously
she makes her way to the center of
a bridge created from the giant
roots of seemingly prehistoric
trees designed as if gone rampant

looking at the sunlight spilling
out between a mountainous crevice
life calmly emulating complacency
speaking to her words in the distance
she but a fragment in time incredulous

hanging onto a cord of smaller roots
while mossy thyme and lichen provide
soft green carpet for feet so as not
to catch on peeling bark reminiscent
of reptilian skin shedding memories

she ponders the plethora of anomalies
called the “outside world” wondering
if ever there will come to exist a panacea
come to rectify the horrors she perceives
as real but in her world only a fallacy