The Hole in the Woods
It is time to return to the hole in the woods
The deep and the cold of the hole in the woods
Time to return to live in the dark
In the dark of the hole in the ground of the woods.
I lived for a time in the light of the day
In the heat of the sun and the freshest of air
And walked among those who spoke in a voice
That sounded so certain and easy and light.
I rose for a time and dressed in the clothes
Of those who knew who and those who knew how,
But now I must go to my place in the woods
And slink to the bottom of the hole I have dug. slink
Down in the earth with the smell of the dirt
And the rustling sound of the worms and the grubs rustle
And the sneakiest glance of the possums and rats
Peering across the edge of the hole
In the cold of the night in the hole in the woods.
And there I will sit in the shadows of day
And sleep in the night of the moonless sky
Grieving and weeping and blaming myself grieve
For losing my chance to breathe in the heat
Of the days and the days of the days I once had
With the others who know how to live in the light
Of the sun and the sky and the blueness of life
Instead of down in the dank of the clay dank clay
That makes up the walls of the hole in the woods.
And here through the tears that roll off of my chin
I mutter the names of the ones I once had mutter
Who loved me and loved me until I said stop
possums
So I could return to my hole in the floor
Of the deepest of dark in the woods.
I see by the sky in the circle above
A window that frames the life I gave up
So they could go on all safe and alone
Without being stung by the poisonous words
Spit through a dream in the dark of the night
By the one who must live in the hole in the woods.
And dreaming of dreams is what I’ll do best
Down in the hole in the dark of my soul
In the night of the whispering woods.
soul