out of the woods

rushing through the woods at 10 years old
chasing the sunset
crunching leaves and twigs
this louisiana March
lightly chilled
with a hint of doom
a run driven by fear of darkness, serpents, and disorientation
the sound of briars against flannel
they are whispering wait, wait, wait.
I run (as if to score)
and the light grows weak
through the woods
never daring to look back
dodging
barbed wire
trees
braches
and the stealth
existence of venom

41
and still i run
looking for the porch light
and open fields
and the aroma of the evening meal
that marks the ending of day.

Comments

[Rick]

"41
and still i run
looking for the porch light"


A wonderful, sobering, humbling, and precious truth, Thank you for sharing this.

[Matt]

Thanks, Rick. Glad it makes sense to someone else:-)