Entering the Forest

Entering the Forest April 12, 2011

My glasses have cracked.

Ten days to repair.

Without a clear way to see,

what will come?

Will horses rush out

behind the trees?

Will I have the courage

to ride them?

My heart has cracked.

No clear way to feel the world.

How long to repair?

Or is being cracked

the repair?

Tigers chasing doves

are rushing out of me.

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