Tamara Willems

when you come to a spot and sit down…

Today it’s a walk in the woods 
taking with me, 
my big bag of words…

 
have you ever taken a walk in the woods 
a hike or a 
wander 
you come to a spot, completely shrouded by 
trees 
it is dullish and quiet 
possibly you have lost sight 
of the  
path 
and you wonder for a minute 
how it is you will ever find the way 
out 
and you think to kick yourself 
for getting into this  
mess 
again 
not so smart, and what…  now 
what have you done
I mean, you know well it’s not completely  
hopeless 
you have brought a torch 
(should you need it) 
and you know not too far up ahead 
there is of course, always.. a return
to light 
yet you opt instead to stop here 
(whimper just a little to yourself, knowing that is how
you will feel better) 
shhh.. you will say, soft pat on the shoulder
in the quiet 
in the 
dark 
open the drawstring on your bag of words 
and let them all  
loose 
in a great chorus of chatter 
they float up in the trees 
and get stuck 
in the branches 
above 
making your load a little 
lighter 

you will find here, if you sit for just a minute 
let your eyes adjust to the light
what filters in  
is  
a kind of tenderness 
perhaps you’ve been seeking 
 
a few soft words come loose from the branches
float down then, words like 
gentle 
and kind 
rest themselves at your feet 
and wait just there 
until you are ready to take up  
the path 
again  
 
while edgyirksome and cynical 
settle in on the forest floor 
setting themselves down  
as 
compost 
 
when you have sufficiently caught your breath 
filled your lungs 
rested your feet and 
back 
you take up your bag again 
and begin the slow  
walk 
out 
 
collecting words that will be useful 
along the way 

like grace,
and like

love

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