In the Old Growth (a poem)

I am fortunate to live in a part of the world where old growth forests are a short drive down the road, where I can be a guest in another world.

In the Old Growth

To walk alone in the forest—

what a contradiction!

To walk alone in the forest

Is to walk through giant lives

More ancient than your own;

A spider at the dinner party

Inside a human’s home

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