a path into the woods
the desire to make a path I can follow
begins to take its form.
I am in no rush to reach the river.
the Virginia woods have a lightness in them
the Indians were here
and the wildlife still lives
and moves among
and flies above
the fairy tale woods of Germany were luscious and dark and so appealing,
I have come to know them,
there is a lightness
beginning to appear
even negative thinking is welcomed and given room
and then, excuse me
I just don’t have time for it,
the quiet in my heart is becoming more attractive.
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