TO WALK AMID THE DAMPNESS OF THE TREES
To walk amid the dampness of the trees
As cover they insistent rays of sun
Upon the forest floor have I not done
In many years... living in the citys
Unending business, groping in gray seas
Where concrete and glass and iron would become
The place of places exploration gone:
Without silent woods but in memories...
Escape is no longer to consider
What gain by dreaming emptiness away?
No reason be to picture branches or leaves
Or stones or salamanders or sweet earth
Such nonsense falls upon the mind as days
Of streets undo whatever Mother weaves.