To Friends Who Get Lost in the Woods
Poetry about Friends
I know why you went in
The shadows stained your skin like ink
The grass was woven into a welcome mat
It was easy to leave your folks behind
The summer breeze kissed your cheeks
Stars pricked the sky above you
And you ran between the poplars, unashamed
Of the untangling braid at your back
I know now you dream beside the deer
And drink secrets from the brook
And I know at night you find them
Those spirits that gather by the lake
They’re silhouetted by the too big moon
And you hum their silent songs
I know in there you are beautiful
But I’m selfish, so come home.
more by NOELLE CURRIE
photograph by Julia Caesar