Somewhere

Somewhere in these busy woods
a woodpecker tattoos tree bark,
I hear its piercing peck and drumming.

Above me songbirds and squirrels
hustle to and fro
through their arboreal thoroughfares.

Then I, in my absent mindedness,
meandered into this open glade;
here silence climbs up a rope-less tent
one pitched under a million feet of sky.

I could spend an hour here,
a week, for I am sheltered;
not only from woodland chatter and fuss
but also times hurried pulse.

This sunlit acre could be moonlit
perhaps somewhere it already is?
'Somewhere' has moved on
upon a pathway I cannot see from here.

This sylvan space, this patch of peace
is a tower of stillness,
a sunny circle of buttercups and stray bluebells,
and what I thought of as somewhere
bewitches me in a dappled roundness
of nowhere.

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.