Across the path to the other place
the quiet wood
a silence rings
No birds song here
in the light I see your shadows
grown together in the lines making up the weight
A blank darkness
a branch snaps underfoot
light radiates
overhead planes rumble
My slow approach
searching
two deer startled run across the open field
My steps snagged
tall vertical columns
I talk to myself, my eye wanders along a tree bough
In a dream I imagine the moon balanced on the branch
Inky black night
Im not listening
Perhaps there’s more further on
Ive stopped thinking
grasping darkness
handfuls of grass
I knit them together
the quiet wood
a silence rings
No birds song here
in the light I see your shadows
grown together in the lines making up the weight
A blank darkness
a branch snaps underfoot
light radiates
overhead planes rumble
My slow approach
searching
two deer startled run across the open field
My steps snagged
tall vertical columns
I talk to myself, my eye wanders along a tree bough
In a dream I imagine the moon balanced on the branch
Inky black night
Im not listening
Perhaps there’s more further on
Ive stopped thinking
grasping darkness
handfuls of grass
I knit them together