snow-melt this chilly May morning, my face reflected in the puddled path, commonly referred to as 'The Green Man', or leafy man, also
called Le Feuillou in French, and in German the Green Man image is called Blattqesicht.
In many of the old gothic churches, there is a face in the Church covered
with leaves or sometimes the leaves in these carvings or statues show all around me green is resplendent in its
coat of arms.
sway as a bird calls its mate. Only human voices rankle, as if left
outside too long. I sense synchronicity as potential for new language,
as a woman and her dog trot pass me
without missing a step.
Since I was
last here several trees have fallen, leaning over the trail. I
walk beneath them like a groom, entering a stone house with
no walls, tasting caustic smoke, cold embers, a bag of empty
beer cans tipped over.
by my approach
a single goose
over the creek
around a bend
human smell I am
not good company
for man or beast