Familiar Forest (poem 8)

“Golden Shovel” poem after John Haines’s “The Hermitage”

I am lost in a forest
A tangle of moss crawls below
My feet, an endless stone stair
Up to a waterfall I finally recognize, a secret
It has no name
Mine is carved
Into a nearby dogwood,
my childhood tangled among its roots.

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