I want to see
the eyes that have already seen me
and not die
in this night dark forest.

the wind through the trees,
the cessation of the wind through the trees,
every unseen sound,
may be here now:
cougar, mountain lion,
deer tiger, puma,

I move
under boughs
in your hunting grounds.
move shadows with my light
and follow perhaps
to the moment
I see you.

see your eyes
as you see mine.

wild strength
patient hunger—
a ready presence
in the mist.

I want to tell this
to my son, my daughter,
a dear friend,
the woman I may grow old with,

02/10/23 for Serena