And like a woodsman
Walking through a grove
Of towering maple trees
As I pass each
I stop to touch
Maple trees like friends
Are not my path
But show me it
They are where I
Go when I’m weary
And they shelter me
Always behind sometimes ahead
But wherever they are
I couldn’t be there
Anywhere really without them
Sometimes I feel like a
Present regifted having been
Given once to one
Only to be evaluated
Reboxed and eventually stored
As a kind of
A commodity to be
Offered and then proffered
To get the first
Out of an uncomfortable
Jam here take this
Someone else thought maybe
But no and now
Maybe so for you
Now I know how
That gravy boat felt
There is a point
Of perfection when even
The ocean is balanced
A moment when both
Of the tides strike
Stillness when even the
Seas sleep this is
Contentment when movement stops
It’s the second when
Desire meets happiness like
When two lovers kiss
I abdicated my freedom
In lieu of security
I survived under another’s
Rules turning over authority
To a third party
Because it seemed easier
But I finally discovered
That is not living
I finally broke free
Now on the other
Side of the wall
The sun burns brighter
The moon glows quieter
And my imagination can
Finally rest no longer
Needed to simply survive
Isn’t simple life grand
It’s interesting just how
Little you get used
To expecting when others
Don’t give I felt
Like an island exporting
All my natural resources
Take this take that
I still have plenty
The funny thing about
Others though is that
When my little island
Ran out of me
They too ran out
Found a different island
From which to import
And I well I
Renewed myself to glory
