We live in a forest now, With deer in the yard most days. I work in the tallest building in town, And from there you can see — This whole city is a forest. I am watching the sun go down tonight, And wondering: Why is it joy Cannot be enough? When did I get … Continue reading "Forest 2019"
My son is ten, we are in my car, On the way visit his uncle, my brother up in DC. It’s autumn, and my son’s on his last fall break, For next year, he starts a normal school schedule. We’ve been listening to Half-Blood Prince for miles, Jim Dale’s many voices accompanying us, The hills … Continue reading "Forest 2005"
I had a chance at a job, and so, We talked about it: leaving — Her mom, and sisters, and her son’s dad nearby, My parents just 10 miles away, And her 7 months pregnant with our son. We sat in the park on the bayou, With a lunch she’d brought, and looked around At … Continue reading "Forest 1995"
In college, and constantly wandering, In search of the beautiful new, When I happened upon a roadside stop With an autumn forest view. These colors were strange to a Florida boy, But the whole thing seemed inviting At an age where, at best, we just take things in, And mere being is exciting. So I … Continue reading "Forest 1983"
I used to ride my bike to school, And the way cut through these woods. It’s strange to think: At nine years old, in just fourth grade, Alone on a bicycle, and yet, It is the truth. My brother and I came out here, too, On weekends: he’d shown me the path Past the power … Continue reading "Forest 1971"