I love to stand at the back door and look down
toward the creek. Cleaned out now of
poison ivy, hopefully, gone forever. I
love to look into the dark wood toward the cliff where trees are always falling
always changing the nature of the water flow.
I hear sounds from the dark wood straining to see
yet not seeing the creatures making the sounds previously unknown and unheard
by me. Still unknown. Who or what is there? It is easy to determine birds, but what of
the other creatures? Usually early when
the day is still deep grey.
What of those sounds and the mystery from the deep
wood even as the water sounds come to my ears?
I love the dark wood and the secrets it holds. The thoughts of maybe never knowing what lurks
there even though I long to know.
It makes me feel small and uneducated of sounds and
things hidden from sight. I am glad,
however, to know that there are still so many things that I do not know,
because that makes me want to continue to live to perhaps unwrap just some of
the awaiting gifts.
© Patty
F. Cooper, Elizabethton, Tennessee September 12, 2014
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