The Earth’s Big Forest

Cutting corners because that’s all we have to cut,
pulling ourselves through the needle’s eye

 

 

even as, like Jack, we continue to descend,
Fee Fi Fo Fum at our back. Our eyes strange

 

 

with seeing because the ball is still in the air.
No, it’s in our hands which is why we slip out

 

 

into the earth’s big forest taking the shortcut
that will bring us to our abandoned childhoods

 

 

where boulders are crocheted with lichen
and language ricochets off our tongue

 

 

and once again we believe we have dodged the bullet
not realizing the bullet has made other plans.

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