Come Walk With Me

Long enough to know

Laid across the log

Gazing up at gray skies

Waiting for the rain to spatter my eyes

Let flow the latest truth my soul knows

All the better with outer senses closed.

From a crack in the ground grows the stem of white guilt

Amidst overtowering standards our dark fathers have built.

Feeling needs is no cause for shame 

For their first need is to be named.

Come walk with me

Long enough to know

We're all echoing ghosts of the times

Making wholesome news from ancient crimes.

You're never too smart to be wrong,

Too talented to belong,

Or too late to join the chorus in a song.

The squirrel skittering between branches overhead

Makes noises as well defined to its friends

As any of the words in English I've said.

Rattlesnake Plantain (Goodyera oblongifolia)

Hi there.

This is a poem I wrote while writing in the woods this winter. There’s no place like the forest for me when it comes to being open to my imagination.