 The forest must stay out at night, and cannot run away; must let the night monsters pass, chasing whiffs of children. I let the forest find me. My fears held me still and when I was found I could pass too. Pausing by Merton's Pond, Fireflies in the grass at my feet gave me the fairy's welcome. And, passing on, I could not stay, I grew in thankfulness for my whiff of childhood, and for being found. Pat Conover June, 1998 |