Saturday, June 18, 2011

Saturday Poem

When you were a child,
we strolled along a rural road
in the Poconos at dusk,
& the woods were filled
with little animals,
rustling among the leaves & twigs
as they accompanied us,

& you were surprised,
& delighted, perhaps a bit
curious as to what they wanted.
I confess to you now
I was flipping noisy pebbles
into the  underbrush
when you weren't looking.

I wanted you to know
the creatures were really there,
unseen & unheard, aware of us,
oh beautiful soul,
the God's honest truth
is that we are all foraging
in the deepening dark.


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