Night and Forest

Night and Forest This june night it was brighter than my bedroom. The silvery lit rock in the forest Was glittering like my stickers In my scrapbook. The forest was dense, deeper than I could see. The road was close by with crosswalks And blinking lights When someone wanted to get to the other side. The other side had a path through the other side Of the forest. This night the moonlit forest Outside my bedroom window Picked out the croaking frogs, Shone on their backs. Their spikes lit up like the backs of their eyes. Croak. croak. calling for a mate. Their feelers left uncompromised Yet with each beck and call The frogs necks Blew up big and ugly. This night, they are alone. This night, I sat a long time By my window. It was dark inside me. It was darker behind me. I wanted to go into the forest, Walk with snakes moving faster Down the path that led out. Reaching for the long lost cries I once shed so privately, Not at arm's length, not there any more, They've been swallowed up, Sunk deep into the forest floor. Catch a moonbeam, catch my new life.