Into the Woods

Escape
walking into the woods
I sense rejection
open spaces offer freedom.
Travel forward

into the unknown
possibilities offering
encounters never happening
on a path safely groomed.
Looking backward

is a teacher marking
“you had traveled here
and nothing will be found
but morsels of despair.”
Presently

a calf musing
posturing moose keeping watch
standing still in silence
Thoreau’s “The Maine Woods”.
You have come to do no harm.

 

 

Poetry

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