Wednesday, August 27, 2014

After I Fell in the Forest



author's note:

A poem not unlike the last poem posted, though the two were written years apart.

Maybe I'm repeating myself...

...or maybe I'm describing a continuing process.


AFTER I FELL IN THE FOREST

Before I fell in the forest...

I did not hear the trees

but after I fell...
as I lay on the earth
as the decayed leaves
worked to heal me
and the sunlight
through the new leaves
worked to lift me...

I began to detect
the watchful quiet
all around me:

vines, stones, ferns, moss
speaking as one silence--

a mystery so alien:

though I listen intently
I'm still not certain
what they're all saying

yet I can feel a strong response
stirring deep within me--

drawing me down
into my own dark question
into depths without end--

into a mystery so alien:

it doesn't seem to belong to me...

perhaps I belong to it.


© 2014, Michael R. Patton
myth steps: the blog

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