Each time I wander into the woods, I bring something back with me.
Antlers. Toppled nests. Stones smoothed by streams. The mating call of
a wren. (Which doesn’t seem to work on humans very well.) Sometimes I
return imbued with the attitude of a tree and remain stationary for hours on
end. Lately the spirits of the forest have begun following me home.
Wiping their feet at our front door so as not to scatter their moss about.
Flipping our television on. Bumping against my wife’s hip as she chops
vegetables for a stew. Testing out the type of rain our shower makes.
Rearranging my dreams with their lower branches as I doze. I sense they
have instigated a rebellion among our wooden furniture making it
nostalgic for the forest. One of our oldest chairs is growing back its bark.
A beam that spans this side of the house has sprouted a dozen leaves. And
just today when I went to move my desk, it wouldn’t budge because its
legs had taken root.
–David Shumate (Boone County)
This poem previously appeared in the author’s Kimonos in the Closet, University of Pittsburgh Press, 2013.
David Shumate is the author of three books of prose poetry, High Water Mark (2004), recipient of the Agnes Lynch Starrett Prize, The Floating Bridge (2008), and Kimonos in the Closet (2013), all published by the University of Pittsburgh Press. He has received a Poetry Fellowship from The National Endowment for the Arts and a Creative Renewal Arts Fellowship from the Arts Council of Indianapolis. He lives in Zionsville, Indiana.
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