Bespoke for the Stranger

i'm checking into "asleepingbird....." to see if i can discern how you are doing.  can't say it is all that helpful for that purpose, but at least i get to read what you are thinking about maybe somewhat

All these lines modeled

On the regrown forest

Of a life, scrubby undergrowth,

In a shadowy way.

There are no close failures

No tightly sewn successes

Here, just the surrounding

Woods in a shadowy way.

You walk through the vines

And around the roots and branches

Of what will never be you,

Never your forest primeval,

Never the exact outline

Of what you were as you wrote

About the regrowth from the burns

Grafted in shadowy ways.