Cecilia Patterson Poet Lyric

An Old Shack In the Woods

Without warning
Without reason
Sometimes my visions
Return to an old shack in the woods.

It's mysteries are unaltered 
And the unkept years 
Still number the same.

Some of the boards
Rest on ones before them
The earth is visible 
Beneath it's structure
The support pillows are
Still leaning to and fro.

I again find myself beneath 
A large opening
One made I believe 
For the air to flow within.
I stretch my legs
With all my force 
To again look inside.

But as all the many times before 
I see nothing
For there's nothing to be seen
Just the same old worn plank floor 
Staring up at me again.

I visit here often 
Not knowing where I am
For there is no one here 
And nothing to be seen
Expect this old shack and me.

How do I get here
How far do I have to journey
Should I be tired and weary
Or feel rested and chrisp.

I know not 
How far I've been 
I know not of how far 
I've looked within.

Tho many times I've been here
Earthly surrounding I see not
For my vision is limited
Limited to just this old shack and me.

Should I feel as tho I were home
There is no fear here
I feel not as a lost child
There is no loneliness
I'm in search for no one
And I'm here for only a short while.

But each time this illusion 
Brings into memory
All my visits of the past.

There is no difference 
There is no change
My legs again have became limber
From trying to see what's inside.

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