“In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.”
Challenged
My stanzas seem
to lie on the page
as tired, fractured syllables, rootless.
And then I read nature poems by
Oliver, Dickinson, or Thoreau,
for inspiration and imagine being
inside the bark of an oak,
the heart of a bobcat,
or a fish at the end of a hook.
I travel from my familiar home
to mysterious lands continents away
in a crude handmade boat, jump
from its side and swim in uncharted water,
my purpose, to touch, absorb, and respect experience
words can touch yet never capture.
terrypetersen 