A Sight Too Near
I see Ohio now.
Out of the forest it appears
this first day of December, dark brown
against the loominhg sky.
From where did it come?
This state from which I've hidden myself
away, here in my yard,
surrounded by the trees
that for three seasons have protected me;
have enabled my delusion that I am here,
in the middle of nowhere.
Where are the leaves?
Once bright green with excitement
then darkening to that quiet lazy August hue
that comes before the brilliant bronze of Autumn
captures what light it can hold on to.
From where did this come?
This moment when no leaves remain to protect me.
no walls of green to keep my sight close.
Must I truly be
part of a larger space
more than my own?
Now I see beyond my garden wall
beyond the forest
beyond the unseen imposing river.
Now there is more than what is mine.
Now I see Ohio.