Finding

On a damp Sunday, where the grass and earth Call my name, out from the tangle of covers On the humid wind, the forest beckons With her arms of fallen leaves, twigs Ferns uncurl My heart is pounding in my black sweatshirt, I unzip it and touch my collar bone, and then The rough arm of a sycamore Just when I thought I was King She sways in the wind and wrestles me down Just when I thought I was good at letting Soft earth mend my brow, just like the worry doll The white lilies and morels fade away I know the moment when my heart pounds And refuses to drive to work, to go back And I scream silently, but I’m reflected in the lake Lines and red rimmed eyes, but, something else I spread my arms and look up, in time to see a Red Tail Following along, parallel in the grey sky Let’s let that be enough, crown of feathers Enough, gentle lake wind To dream another day to a close