Icy gold noon winterlight over a slough of swampy southern forest. Felled cedar & pine laid a maze across leaf-covered bogland. Traveling with friends? Family? Faces glimpsed and now elusive. Voices caroming through the barren and thorny expanse. Know there's three of us, and I'm not agile enough to climb and navigate the windfalls. Who is the third that walks beside me? Knees & shoulder both grieving me hard. Keep having to step from the logs to recalibrate course. The squelching earth hiding hazards; snakes and leeches always a possibility. Where are we going? Destination unknown. Doesn't feel like forests of my childhood. Am Dante without a Virgil, in the wood of my own mortality. At least my mother's shade is here...? (Perhaps?) Sense she's forced to advance without me, weeping...
Wake in pain, needing to ice right knee. Left shoulder a little fucked from laying wrong. Pop ibuprofen. The light of the woods a lantern in my mind, prepared to write it down.
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