Im sharing a poem I hear Garrison Keillor read a few days ago b/c it somehow made me think of Pinewood: For Penny, Monica, Adele, Doug, Marg, Rick Smith, Sara, and all other lovers of special wilderness places: Wilderness by Kirsten Dierking The first few days we have slow mornings out on the lake, long afternoons to walk in the woods, evenings of leisurely innings of baseball unwinding over the radio. But time moves faster as the days of the week accumulate behind us. Friday passes in a flash of ease, only now and again it seems the waves washing on shore have reached an ending. At dinner I say, tomorrow morning its back to real life, you sweep your hand through the last of the day and say theres nothing unreal about this. But the scent of pine is faint on my skin, as if I had been a wilderness once, as we merge into traffic, as the lake falls farther away behind us. Wilderness by Kirsten Dierking from Tether. © Spout Press, 2013.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 17:09:14 +0000
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