Sometimes walking in a wood a path appears
you need to follow, a break in shadows towards a light
that might lead to a greater opening, pond or meadow.
Sometimes the path closes up, narrows into brambles.
Poetry often feels the same, an opening in the branches,
a criss-crossed light that leads on to greater openings,
some pathway you feel at the back of your mind –
that place — the back of the mind — real as a tree is real.
Today I wonder if we here on earth, our sapien species
is a thought at the back of the mind of God, a pathway
in the woods of branching possibilities in space and time
we still do not know will close or lead to greater opening.
April 22 2019
Earth Day
