I reached with my eyes and froze
And froze my heart for a little longer.
The large patch; on three sides the woods rose,
And no moonlight on darker corners yonder.
“ Will I be able to do it again?”
I left it as I had left everything
else when something left me which was crucial.
All my crucial uniqueness ceased to be,
The hobbies turned to burden,
I shook them off to be set free.
Otherwise my hands used to hang; my legs sprinting
Unafraid of the dark blankets; the forest loudly whispering
Joking continuously to drive off the ghosts (would be) pestering.
Now that is past, strength is gone
But the will, least the wish has regrown.
It is hard to live with memories of somewhere you’re done,
Thus here I am, starting a beginning again.
I expected not the pace my legs have known.
I leaped; after few steps, didn’t stop
but slowed down—the signs all discouraging,
No moon around the horizon or the top,
With the dark night deadly gesturing,
With tracks on sand of, perhaps, snakes
And shrill voices of the creatures sheltering.
Yet—I accepted, accelerated and kept going.
And minutes later, revealed clouds a moon,
A full, warm, yellow moon.
Smiling.
