Things I’ve Not Seen.

The path, right here

before me,

just on the edge

of the forest, it too,

with its own pathways,

the space between

neatly-arranged trees,

naked and open and pure,

and I am drawn instead

to the way the light

is dancing on the

vertical stripes of bark,

and all the years

they took to be here,

together under this

sky, and all the

others I’ve not

seen.