out from the gray-green backs of trees,
spreading out as darkness into hillsides –
in silence, the fog –
its longing somewhere to be anchored –
what has traveled nearly
an entire lifetime to reach us
Words and image by Sarah Rehfeldt. Please do not copy without my permission.
Poem published in Clementine Poetry Journal (Sept. 2015); reprinted in Written River Journal of Eco-Poetics, issue 10 (2016).