are there wordsfor this light –words for the waythese trunks twist crevicefor lichen and moss.is there a name for shadowsstrewn forest floorlike windfall petals, when i sit herereally here on this leaf litter floor,are there words for the forestthat rises and sways through me,plays me wood string resonantamong the trees. 16 April 2023
some mornings i forgetwith the metal of wheelbarrowleaning cool into the curlof fingers damp with mash,the grind of grit in axlea constant to the step gravel crunchof road underfootbuckets shufflingamong the slices of hay and the stamp and breath of horseswaiting down the end of the road,old now with sharp flanksand gentle eyes, and it…