My Woods

Oof.  Been busy in tech and opening the play The Church of Why Not with Theatre 167.  Talk about beautiful poetry, btw, whew!  But always hard to keep the writing engine going while operating in performer-brain.  So, lest this blog should fall into complete neglect while I try to wrestle it back, here is an old favorite poem.  It can be found in my chapbook.  :-)

My Woods

I took you to my woods
old rocks, old trees, old me
I took you to my woods
to tell you something important
we tramped tramped through
I was alone
and you were there too
but it was my walk
in my woods
and for once you let me lead
I tried to explain
the rocks and the trees
to tell you
the pond and the sky
to divide for you
the parts that came after
from the parts I can draw
with my eyes closed
and smell in my dreams
how it felt when I ran to these woods
how it felt to be there now
but I didn’t know how
old rocks, old trees, old me
there in my woods
I found no words to say
so I held you in my woods
real close
to see if you could hear me
anyway.