I went for a walk in the woods and discovered that I’d lost my way

And when I looked all I could see was the bitter end of a foggy day

The sunlight was stranding through the trees in mysterious little wisps

Like steam rising from the hot open pores in the earth swirling like hips

And emerging from the trees wild and misshapen his words forgotten

My lover’s head splits sideways and his eyes follow me struggling

The meaning I make of the pathways before me shifts and changes

Clasping and unclasping grasping and ungrasping stalking me by stages

A church of rock, leaf and thorned vines transforming in parts

And he waits for me in the forest between the trodden paths

Tail flicking side-to-side waiting for me to discover I’d found my way