“Ad ventura”
Like coming in from the snow and,
Shaking off your jacket, finding
A warm glow to the air as though
There were a fire in the corner but
Forgetting to notice if there were
While you sink, overwhelmed, into a couch.
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It’s seeing yourself at a new place
You remember from the heroes of your
Past, though gone, that whispers to you
All the steps so you will feel a hero
To know the way through, too,
Despite the unfamiliar ground, the way
Shadowed by strange trees whose leaves
Wag at this hero’s passage beneath their head.
—
It will be these trees teaching you of darkness
And terror if you will sit quietly within
There where you cannot disturb their vine-
Ridden court; where you cannot see beyond
The jurors stand that fends away the light,
Intruder, from injuring your repose; wherein
No thought breaks through your forest’s order
As the trees order your thoughts on time and scale-
on death.
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