Back to wood
decks, quarter-size spiders, webs, moss
and creatures stirring in the hollow
nights
Back to no
side-walks and skirting into the duff
or mud when cars and trucks pass
close-by
Back to walking
in the woods, again, sheltered
from the horizon and its deep-wide
glistening
Ends of days
In so many ways
I thought I would
Never
Be back
It all seems
to stay the same
Except I
Must leave again...
And then again
If I never left
I would never be
Back.
Painting by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, 'Combing' c. 1891 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
