Because the Woods
When you see me, she read, holding her phone over it.
The handwritten copy she had made just before
trembled in her fingers as the air just sat in the car.
She repeated: When you see me,
You know I'm there.
She reached back and drew her blanket over her shoulders.
She didn't stop:
But I only see the woods.
When you touch me, you know I'm here.
But I only feel the piney woods.
She's ready now:
When you think of me, you know I'll be all right.
Because I know the world well enough. I know how to find water.
And how to walk a long way.
But all I know is I'm in the dark piney woods.
Because my herd is in the plain.
And I've forgotten how to get there.
Because my child is in the plain.
She stops and sighs and sees:
And I've forgotten how to get there-But! I will walk farther
and look. Because I know how. Because these piney woods.
Because. These woods, these woods.
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