Forest Trail
I
feel kind of dead and lost
Wandering around in the woods
Occasionally
enjoying the journey
the
smells of ferns and moss and earth
the
sounds of birds and crackling of sticks and leaves under my feet
Occasionally
hating the journey
The
mosquitoes
the
cold
the
monotony
wondering
where in the world I am
or
why I’m in the woods in the first place
is
it to build a log cabin
learn
from nature
for
exercise
Sometimes
I just want out of the woods
Help
me know your purposes
and
not forget them
so
matter where I’m at
or whether I’m enjoying it or
not
I at least know that I’m
going in the right direction.
revision:
Forest Companion
I
wander in the woods,
enjoying
traipsing there—
the sounds of woodland birds,
the
smells of ferns and moss,
the crackling underfoot.
But
rain can get me down.
Mosquitoes
irritate.
Monotony
abounds.
I
wander, wondering
where
in the world I am.
Or
why I’m even there.
Is
it for exercise?
To
grow, to learn, to care?
To
build a home of logs?
Sometimes,
I just want out.
Please, help me understand,
through bad times and the
good,
You’re there with map in
hand,
still walking by my side,
my hiking guide and friend.
