Discovery

I have thought myself a lover

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of nature,

rejoicing in the boom and crackle

of storm

from inside my house,

the silent exultation

of snow

flinging itself against the glass,

the tangle of forest

from an asphalt path,

a whale breaching  

on a t-shirt.

Then I stepped into the thrust and decay

of an ancient wood,

home of bear and beetle

and a thousand nameless birds,

and found myself craving

house and window,

asphalt paths,

 art.

- MDB