Somewhere
Somewhere in these busy woods
a woodpecker tattoos bark,
I heard its pecking
as I drifted into this glade
here in the middle of somewhere.
Somewhere songbirds and squirrels
hustle like hoodlums on their arboreal streets,
but here silence is a rope-less tent
pitched under a million feet of sky.
I think I could spend an hour here,
or a month, time has shrouded
not only noise, but also
pulse from mind.
This sunlit acre could be moonlit
perhaps somewhere it already is?
Time hoodwinks,
somewhere it has moved on,
somewhere it blinks
and a path is lost forever,
I have meandered into, a tower of stillness.
what I thought I was somewhere
bewitches me now in this dappled circle
of nowhere.
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