Woman in the Woods

 
 

She called it
The Fairy’s Cage.
Formed of
intertwined
vine maples,
it enclosed
an area
just big enough
to lie down in.

When she found it
she just
wanted to get away
from the eyes.
She walked away
from the sidewalk,
well past
the liquor bottles
and empty syringes,
where paths
vanished
and the noise
of the road
was gone.

She saw it first
as a dense tangle
of slender stems
reaching up
toward
the light,
meeting each other
fifteen feet
over
her head.

The only sounds
were birds,
rustling leaves,
and small
scurryings in the brush.
She moved through
the barely open
wall
and removed
her clothes
without
thinking.

The ground was cool
and moist.
Pebbles, twigs
and leaves
poked her head, 
shoulders, buttocks,
calves and heels,
but the wild enclosure
brought peace
and renewal,
under a green canopy.

She returned many times;
whenever the world
became too heavy.

Each time
she emerged
from the woods
reborn.
The Fairy’s Cage
was her secret.

Then, one day
bulldozers,
and things
with steel jaws,
came and
destroyed it all.

She cried for days.
Mourning.
Wallowing
in her loss.
Hating
developers.

One day
a pebble
from the parking lot
made her sit
and remove
her shoe.
A movement
caught her eye.
Near her foot
an ant carried
a bit of leaf,
followed by more
ants
coming down
the tree
near her rock.
Another stream of
ants
went back up
to get more.
She watched,
entranced.
renewed.

 
     
 

© 2009 Michael Yanega
13 January 2009
(revised 19 January)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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