by Kate Messner (Copyright 2015)
My head was too noisy for stories today
The clang and clatter of email-invoice-taxes
Scared them all away.
So I went to the woods to find them.
They were skittish at first, medicine
But after a while, check
Morning thoughts slipped away
In the whisper-swish of skis, pill
And the song of chickadees in sumacs.
I ducked low through some brush
And a branch snatched my hat as I passed,
Dangled it, teasing, over the trail
(The old hemlocks think they’re so funny)
The stories laughed at that.
And I saw one lift its head
From behind a slab of buckled lake ice,
Lit impossible, lovely blue.
Another peeked out from the snowy trees.
And soon they were everywhere.
“I’ve missed you,” I told them.
“Let’s go home,” they said.
So we did.