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author’s note:

As a child, I learned that the forest has eyes.

Fortunately, I’ve never forgotten.
 

THE WATCHERS

While walking in solitude
I’ve sometimes sensed
elements of the landscape
marking my steps:
a wild boulder, perhaps

or a sweet oblong cloud
slowing its pace
to look.

I believe such things
understand us well
because they once
lived as humans
in order to grow the soul

so when I’m among them
they see and know me
in my low weak glory:

that’s the only healing I ask.
I’ll provide the rest.

Maybe I should
shuck
what remains of my pride
and seek human help

but no one but me
can find my strength—
  yes, I want to confess
  but only after
  I’ve lifted myself
  up a bit.

So I will go to
the rivers and mountains—

as long as I respect
their silent mystery
they’ll watch over me
as I find and mend
what I’ve
so wantonly wounded.
 


© 2016, Michael R. Patton
myth steps: a blog

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