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.
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