Phosphorescence
There's an owl outside my window-
I live in the city
his hoot takes me home
to the woods.
I'm naked as a nymph
following that sound
as sunlight seeps into my skin
I am like a leaf
filled with phosophoriscence.
A naked child-
my clothes wiggle on the branches
of a tree...
They've been emptied of me:
My bare feet
take me much farther
than any shoe can possibly go..
Each step feels the moist ground
leaves, moss, twigs
a stream to splash in
then let the cold water drip
on to a warm rock.
Last week I heard that owl
for the first time in ages
I was in the church offices
Why does he call me
after all these years,
and lead me back home
into the woods.
I am a leaf
filled with phosphorescence
A naked child
growing into a woman
listening
to an owl.
1987 Pinewood Poetry
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