In the Wettish Woods

I saw a Spirit

walking in the wettish woods

almost as if

he were real

he had a corporeal inconsistency

like an evening fog and

I feel his presence sometimes,

still.

 

Down

Down near the Earth

where the Living all start

and the Dying wait their turn

patiently

like autumn flowers

It was down near the earth

that I awoke

covered in leaves and forest debris

chilled in the early autumn dew

and I said to myself

I said

"Not again..."

 

From the Top of the Stairs

From the top of the stairs

at the top of the hill

it was easy to decide to go down

though the sun was setting

and the mountain was steep

and the night was falling all 'round

Living With It

If I were an oak leaf
which, once, sat atop a tower unbending
and I found myself resting
on a soft bed of moss
in a darkening forest...

I could live with that

Hallowed and Hollowed

Hallowed

and hollowed

holy and whole

all was made clear

beneath the sun's glow

beneath the low glare of

a lengthening day

within with out

with whither we may

whether or not

we wither away

we may

remain

hollowed

and hallow

today

Into the Swamp

Hiding in the hills, and taking to the trees
Wayward wandering ones

Led by smoke and led by fire
led by the noon day sun

Into the swamp we waded and tromped
baptized our bleeding scars
we flew from the noise to the peaceful fields
and there we gathered stars

In Praise of the Dark

Whether it is to our liking or not
we will find ourselves in darkness a full half of our lives

For some of us, maybe more

We can
and many do
choose to curse that entire half of our lives
spit on it
despise it
fear it
despair of it
dread its daily return...
but I have to think that it makes some
certain amount of sense
to embrace that solemn darkness and
find what strength and hope it may offer
for its own sake

Can't we find a peace that can come only in the darkness
the grace of rest undisturbed by
bright, relentless, piercing light?

Can't we find adventure that can only be found in the black night
the joy of carefully walking a path not by sight
but by touch and sound
smell and taste...
stepping slowly down a night-covered path
feeling cautiously
and with nervous excitement
with our feet for roots that
might trip us
searching for a breeze on our cheeks
listening for a rustle of leaves and
maybe just the hint of light
from a cloud-covered moon and
pin-pricked stars to give us a clue as to which way to go?

Can't we find comfort
even in the cold and unwanted darkness
despite its inconvenience
despite its gloom?

I don't know, I don't know

I do know it's easier to say
embrace the darkness
while I sit clothed in lightness

But maybe the very challenge of
embracing the Dark and
accepting the limitations imposed upon us by
that Shroud which Obscures
maybe that challenge is something not only to be
painfully endured until it has passed
but to be loved for its own sake?

I don't know, I don't know

I just don't think I want to wish away half my life

Says the fella thinking in the light of day