The Birth Of A Druid
By Dan B., Reading, MA
I glance quickly back
(a check)
Is my house still there?
(the link)
I am human - I live back there
(torn, tormented)
Between two worlds I am pulled
(undecided, fretful)
My house lies in the other
(wild and free)
I pause and breathe softly
My mother calls me
(breakfast - pancakes)
And her yell echoes through
the forest - a retort, a taunt
(wild and free)
I must choose
My friend will not wait
(already I lag far behind)
(too far?)
I panic - he cannot be long gone
(will I find him again)
Mother calls me once more
(English Breakfast Tea)
I am torn
And with calm assurance I decide
what my path will be:
...
one direction or the other
(can't I have both?)
But I know neither will wait,
And neither will come to me
And I must choose my destiny
Now, before both escape
and I am left
(stranded and alone)
(without direction)
(perhaps it is too late already)
And I turn slowly
and
my foot
slowly,
cautiously,
fearfully,
regretfully,
steps in the direction
that my home lies in
and I follow my mentor
into my world
and I follow the chickadee further into the forest.
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