Sometimes, I feel a need...

Sometimes, I feel a need
to close the door behind
and walk away higher
where the roads don't go
and seek the company
of trees, the sibilant
murmur of conversant
waters, the solid stillness
of stone and wander there
until the mountain takes
me in as her prodigal child
come home at last.

Thanks to John Paul Krol for the photo.

Henry's books.


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