Mythopoesis 17 – The Journey Begins

NaPoWriMo Day 17

Approaching StormThe Journey Begins

He walked, ever to the West,
trying his best to be mindful.
Eyes alert, he was aware that
most often his companions were
the wildlife that abounded in
the woods and forests.

White-tailed deer, raccoons,
skunks and woodchucks. Foxes,
both gray and red, squirrels
with pluming tails inhabited
these woodland trails, as well
as grouse and cottontail rabbits.

Above his head, he heard
the songs of different birds:
scarlet tanagers, saw cardinals
swooping, and once, a red-tailed
hawk rose up to protect his chosen
space from intrusion by a rare bald eagle.

They danced, these two,
in a slow motion wing waltz,
soaring slowly, almost touching,
until the eagle shook himself
and continued on his journey.

At night, the man rested where
he could, nestling his head upon
his knapsack. Although he didn’t
know where he was going, he was
satisfied in knowing that he would
understand when he got there.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/17/15

Notes: No new news on the computer. My daughter was informed yesterday, that she has a very aggressive form of MS and will start treatment on Monday that is very similar to dialysis. Procedure will take place, every other day, for at least ten days. Although I had a vague idea of where I wanted to go with this post, I had to do some research on the flora and fauna of the West Virginia region. And then used it shamelessly to create the post. Image is one of my digital paintings.

Tomorrow, as promised, I will be making suggestions and offering ideas for Earth Day posting on my other blog:

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1 Response to Mythopoesis 17 – The Journey Begins

  1. I am so sorry to hear that news, Elizabeth. I hope the treatments help slow it down. I like the perspective in this poem, the man knowing he’d “understand when he got there.”

    Thank you, Sherry. I’m hoping for the same, especially the understanding when we get to wherever we are going.



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