Forty Years In The Forest Poem by Linda Hepner

In our dense dark unlikeliwood
We push aside the branches to
See clearer images that stood
Once signposts for the lucky few
That wandered in and stayed the course
But now confused, search for the way
Through forty years without divorce
From black and white to fawn and grey.
At times we find a sawn off trunk:
Tiresias' like we count the rings
And tell ourselves we are not sunk,
For in the dawnlight lifeforce springs
To fill our hearts with quickness, hope;
Then we pick up our speed and run -
Let others fear their death and grope -
We're as immortal as the sun.

And will we leave this tangled wood,
And will we see the sky again,
And if we do, will it be good
Or will we find we're mortal then?

LRH
8.31.06

Inspired by 'Unlikelihood' by GWH today.