IN THE FOREST
I am not alone, for there are eyes
Stealthy and curious,
And they turn to me.
I will shout loudly to the forest,
I will shout and with a sob
Griping my throat I will cower
Quickly
Beneath my cloak.
For the old gods stand silently
Behind the silent trees,
And when I shout they step forth
And I dare not
Look upon their faces.