poem

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One of the pieces to the mosaic of going into the woods—

or perhaps biggest piece of all— 

is embodied in a word the Japanese developed— 

komorebi, or sunlight in the trees.

As poet I’ve been trying to capture

its myriad effects and affects on the psyche

for many years; as a poet how could it not

be an artistic obsession

gone to page again and again and again?

Perhaps in the end,

all any of us really have

is beauty of light and trees.