A Trail In The Forest.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we went inside the
mouth of the forest
as first hand experience
we followed the trail
of its intestines

we were so exhausted
we rested for a while
sitting upon a big root
of an old tall tree

trickles of light landed
on our faces
we hear the sounds of birds
and rivers
and we were about to take
a journey to sleep of
this trip

leaves began to fall and
winds got stronger
we see no landscape here
except perhaps those rows
and rows of wild ferns
and flowering ground orchids
with violet petals
standing

we could not stop walking
lest darkness comes and we would
be away from home
stranded in anxiety and fear

we proceeded to take the final
steps until we found the exit:
could be the sphincter of this
specter, an end which we shall
savor and relish with gladness

we made it and with our bottles
of water we said 'Cheers! '