as I wait in the dark
a slow calm unfolds
like new roots reach
their tendrils
toward earth
searching
for stability
in the Vermont woods
no moon if there were
a moon that night
could penetrate the dark
it was an old trick
take the rube
into the woods at night
then leave him
no way home
without a light
the forest vanished
and night’s sounds
pulled tight like skin
no difference existed
between me and the dark
black upon black upon
black as I sat down
on solid ground
to wait for dawn
(July 15, 2015)
