Thursday, January 12, 2006

Ex Cathedra, II

Dark Wood

In the middle part of the year
I came upon a dark wood.

My mother had packed me a lunch.
She opened her mouth
And gave to me bread & meat.

I had stopped for the meal
And my bones had knit themselves
Fiercely together.

I existed with clarity.
And as a mountain stream descends
With jubilant purity

I tumbled downward willfully
Like a drop of water
Reflecting the whole world.

At the foot of the mountain
I came to a dark wood.

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