New
World
Soon,
I will wake in a different woods.
I will lift myself from this pine-needle bed
where I have slept too long
in the darkest night.
A
clear path will lead me
to green, sun-drenched river
water, silver minnow
flashes, bass, heron, eagle.
Every
thing
any living thing needs is
here, where life and death
move in their eternal dance.
I
am suddenly made wild.
No words.
Only ecstatic song
flung from my burning throat.
by
Marcia Nehemiah
