Wednesday, October 21, 2009

To the west lies Mythago Wood

From time to time

When I am in the city,
I sense I need to be going somewhere,
anywhere, but I know not where.

When I am on the river,
I always want to discover
what is around
the next bend.

When I am on the lake,
I must have a destination in sight,
and travel
from point of land to point of land.

When I am in the desert,
distant promontories call out,
come to me, come and see.

When I am in the woodlands,
my solitary instinct
is to be absorbed, to drift, to wander,
with never a destination required.

Only in the woodlands
am I without distraction;
no shackles, no burdens,
the only place I am truly free.


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