Lost and certain of it

by Bryce Milligan


Lost and certain of it, the woods crowd in
allowing only glimpses of the track
that was so clear and broad and well traveled

only moments back where the sun fell bright
between the leaves to dapple the mast, but
lost and certain of it, the woods crowd in

spinning the senses like leaves in a wind
risen from the past to obscure the path
that was so clear and broad and well traveled.

A broad green stream appears for a moment
strewn with rippled light and autumn’s soft flames.
Lost and certain of it, the woods crowd in

and the stream slips away into the deeper shade,
taking with it the desire for the path
that was so clear and broad and well traveled,

taking with it the memory of the last
dregs of love and I am glad that I am
lost and certain of it.   
            Let the woods crowd out
all that is clear and broad and well traveled.