POEM: Drink The Woods

Get drunk on the reunion you have always desired,
On humid air that splits summer like a melon.
Drink green shade of tree canopies,
The morning vespers of the woodpecker with its morse code,
The secret language of water, wending its way through humus,
The flamboyant choir of birds,
Step over colorful mushroom,
Over decaying pine,
Over kestral piping, long and high,
Over the soft-shouldered mount:
Take a drink of the woods.