In the woods, we
made peace. A day spent
together, a 10-mile hike. Stop to gaze:
a herd of deer, in a glade—30, 40, 50? The path
washed out by flooding, stuck in the mud, and laughing.
The sun kept time overhead: counting out
chatter, dreams, secrets, laughter, plans.
I remember how you could tell me
the most uncomfortable things
about yourself
in a comfortable way. I remember
how I felt blessed
by such closeness, intertwined souls alike. As the daylight faded,
our trek ended, as we left the woods,
for honking cars and beeping phones. In the woods,
I am with you still, intertwined, twin trees, reaching
toward the heavens
for what light
can be touched.
I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison.
