Guess who is about to embark on four days of tent camping in Algonquin Park, with the company of her amazing children? I’m ending this insane summer on the perfect note, because I am most myself under a canopy of trees. Here’s a little something I banged out this afternoon in Starbucks, when I was supposed to be finishing up my work.
Let Me Go
Let me go into the forest,
and let the lake-fed rain wash clean these sins.
Let the fresh, rich scent of the pines clear my soul,
and the light of a million stars restore my faith.
Let me go into the forest,
My sweet babes in hand.
The babe I birthed, the daughters I forged,
And let them see me as I am;
Whole, and wholly capable.
Let me go into the forest,
that I may howl like the wolves,
tread lightly with the the fleetest fox-steps,
Leave no trace of the sorrow I have carried all these many years.
Let the dapple-leaf sunlight illuminate
this fire in my heart,
this whisper in my ear,
this yearning, so fathomless that I shall never be full
of this sweet and serendipitous life.