That Where Unknown

I went to the woods

on a dank rainy day

to find an abandoned path

The path I found

grew darker as I walked

and letters were littered on the ground

The letters formed words

I could not yet read

but certain I was they were words

And the words told stories

I could not yet heed

but they hinted a story absurd

The meanings were faint

gibbous and queer

nearly but not quite there

And the further I walked

the less I was sure

yet still, I walked some Where

And still, I walked

I walked some Where

some Where I could not yet say

And still, I shall walk

to that Where unknown

and There is where I shall stay

Very Nearly There

There is a new stream

running through an old woods

that I've never stood beside

or set eyes upon

and still

I can feel the cool mist

rising off her timeworn stones

for I'm very nearly there

in my heart

The Shadows

It was not the first time

he noticed the coolness 

in the shade

was cooler by far

than it should have been

and that the darkness 

in the cool shade

was darker than 

it had a right to be

But it was the first time

that he noticed the shadows 

that trailed behind him

were not his

Walking Through a Dew-Soaked Field

I was chilled like early morning

laying down on the dew-soaked field

trying to identify

one

specific dew drop

on the hundreds on a single blade

and the millions scattered

across the small meadow

the one with

my face inside

Partly Hidden

I found a stone

in a dry creek bed

and in my hands it murmured

and she sang a song

that I felt more than heard

I couldn't understand it

at first

the melody was partly hidden

but I waited

and I listened

At first, there was just a hum

like distant monks chanting

and then a hint

of the song

tickled my fingers

and then...

then the psalm was there

a million years old

and clear

like ancient water