Long after I'd written "A Walk In The Woods", I found this story about the poet, Rainer Rilke:
"One very dark night, Rilke and two friends perceive the lighted casement of a distant hut, the hut that stands quite alone on the horizon before one comes to fields and marshlands. This image of solitude symbolized by a single light moves the poet’s heart in so personal a way that it isolates him from his companions." - Gaston Bachelard from "The Poetics of Space."
This story evokes the same romance/curiosity/longing in me that I tried to capture in my little poem:
A Walk In The Woods
Dusk settles into the valley,
Across the water,
a dim light in a cabin window,
Along the shore,
expectations and assumptions
float between the reeds,
Far off: the wild, raging river.
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Happy National Poetry Month!
hugs from Joshua Tree,