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.
Copyright © Cecilia Patterson | Year Posted 2007
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