Journey.

POEM FOLDED into a BOAT and OFFERED to the BOGUE FALAYA

Where will words take me today

And where, silent waters, will you ship the words

From what troubles shall I be lifted

What will you show me

What do birds speak of in the wet grass

On this journey how many footsteps

How many crickets shall I scatter

If I crouch like this how long

Before a fox brushes past

How long since fog lifted its net

And released my soul to leap

Alison Pelegrin