To leave it all behind,
pitched a tent near the water’s edge,
a place I would often fantasize
to be a stopping ground
the pain and fear of having to survive,
suddenly wrapped in the cool depths.
I looked around for no one,
only the animals in the deep wood,
wondering what creature I would be
to steal their space for a few days.
not knowing the sunlight and stars
would be my only way of remembering
I was borrowing their land
for a time.
I’m not going to talk much anymore,
I made a vow with myself
alone in the woods I set up a chair,
I could watch the lake for hours,
me and the woods,
and the silence except for nature,
the rustling of the brush,
singing cherubs in the trees
all seemed to be communicating with each other,
a head’s up about the guy,
in the chair.
I could easily make choices
in such a serene wood and fallen limb world,
just me and the world
that no one could see without some …
the ones that would find the reality
of a tired turn in the mind of a
I was that journeyman if only for a day,
and then the next I returned to the concrete.
© Thom Amundsen 6/2021