Monday, November 21, 2011

Into the Woods

The world looks
very different today -
the old cabin
by the creek
has moved once more,
taken itself to higher ground,
and the deer have left
to haunt the hollow,
their haunches quivering
like rising sap.

We venture out, knowing
we will lose our way again,
waiting for dogs
to ambush our feet
as we cut a path
through the sumac
and watch
the reeds breathe minnows
through the cold blister of water
rushing through the trees.

Your hand closes,
a lonely animal in mine,
and the leaves
can smell our fear
thick as spoor
while we pick our way
through the thickening blur
of green,
wondering which way
is true north.

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