(Poem 2 from The Woods, The Woods Project )

Was this what I was waiting for
Watcher in The Woods?
Why do I wait here
Wondering if I should?

Not expecting anything….
A quiet spot to rest a weary while
Sit by the stream and weep away
The pain wrought on by an hour

Women Waiting.
Mark the time.
Mark it well.

Whispers, Words, and Wanderings
Ease the wild worried wind.
Welcome us as we stood.
A quiet vigil wondering
What it is within.

Happy Stream a-versery to all who celebrate.

Of course I didn’t end up in the stream until a month later.

But I do remember the pictures.