In Woods Where Many Rivers Run
Narrated by Jennifer Lagier
California
In Woods Where Many Rivers Run
In woods where many rivers run
among the unbent hills
and fields of our childhood
where ricks and rainbows mix in memory
although our ‘fields’ were streets
I see again those myriad mornings rise
when every living thing
casts its shadow in eternity
and all day long the light
like early morning
with its sharp shadows shadowing
a paradise
that I hardly dreamed of
nor hardly knew to think
of this unshaved today
with its derisive rooks
that rise above dry trees
and caw and cry
and question every other
spring and thing