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I take myself to the woods.

If I could take you

to the woods

with me

lie down, without notice,

next to the youngest

pine in the clearing

without you asking why,

or walking on,

then I would take you

to the woods

with me.

 

If I could bury my face

in the sky,

and cry through

eyes of green

at green pine needles

waving their playful palms

Hello

against blue

without you asking why,

or walking on,

then I would take you

to the woods

with me.

 

Sometimes it’s better

to go to the church

Alone

in case you have

something to confess.

 

Sometimes it’s better

to go to the church

Alone

in case the sound of angels

be drowned

by friendship’s sweet whispers

of love and longing.

 

I should take my

Self

to the woods

Alone,

disappear for a moment,

sing along,

with only the fox

as witness,

and return home

Empty

 

And all at once

Whole

knowing you were there

in the woods

with me.

*


Artwork by Sue Barrasi

4 Comments

  1. Tara Tona says

    I love love love this poem. I wanted to think up something better to say, but I think that says it all. ❤

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      • Tara Tona says

        Thank you so much Sue, it means a lot that you enjoyed the pairing of this poem with your art… It felt like exactly the image to be shown with Lauren’s beautiful words in this piece. Your artwork is truly lovely.

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