Cabin in the woods

Cabin in the Woods

By Jim Clarkson

October 21, 2012

A lifetime wandering

Through the woods

Sampling as I go

But never fully satisfied

Aimlessly walking

To find my place

Out of nowhere

A noise startles me

Beckons me

Wakes me from my reverie

And guides me

To a place I have not been before

I see a cabin

Warm in its glow

Full of light

An island in the darkness

Calls to me

Luring me

The crackling of a fire

Beckons sweet warmth

A place to rest

And gather my thoughts

Of hopes and dreams

Left by the wayside

The years that left me cold

Yearn for its embrace

Quite peace

From all the noise

Settling my mind

Lulling me to sleep

Suddenly awakened

Like a splash

Of cold water

In the face

I gaze around

In confusion

The fire has gone out

And I feel the cold

Creeping back in

To my bones

Like a wave

Of despair

Once again

I collapse inwards

And plunge

Into myself

To the security

Of loneliness

And yet

A faint spark

Still glows

In the cold hearth

Faintly whispering

Of the warmth it once held

An invitation of

False intimacy

Of what could

Or would not be

Turns me toward

A new direction

On the outside

Every new day

Sets the pace

To discovery

Of my cabin

In the woods