A creative response to Sense of Forest by Sarah Thomas
It had torpedoed down until all its edges were smooth. We read its journey in the lines on its form. It had gone down with such purpose that we did not know if we should bring it up again. It found a way to tell us that in order to go down it had to be brought up. It would stay above the surface for a while and then, if we agreed, we would take it to a place where it could dive.