I have forgotten my voice,
And become smaller. I don’t know
where I was lost, which forked road,
which whimsical decision.
Once in Vermont late at night,
A dark so dark I could see
Only the dark, I was lost
With no flashlight to open
A seam in nights starless threat.
So, I stopped, stood still, knowing
The sun would eventually
Rise to reveal the way home.
Reason’s path does not matter
To the ground I sit upon.
(December 9, 2017)
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