In The Clearing

I'm posting this poem from Earth Fabric because it relates to an article "Nick Drake’s Road: An Appreciation of a 1971 Folk Classic" I published recently in Medium.

                               April Jardine Limuran

In the Clearing

There is no clearing, the jungle is overpowering

with elephant shriek and trumpet moan, 

the man, the dream, the cunning child

closed in, convoluted

The dreaming world, the beach

the screams through the thicket

nature, untrammeled

piercing horror and never ending 

sightless eyes

Cries that reverberate and remind us just how

insignificant is our colony, how 

transient and unnecessary––

we are not moving toward the harbor, 

we are not shifting with the sun

But if we allow the darkness to run inside us

and the labyrinthine shadows to form in our soul

then maybe we are in the clearing, home.

                                 April Jardine Limuran & Nils Sens (Photoshop)