• Carly Feinman

Day 44- 10.30.20

The Statue Grove

Standing at the base of

this family of redwoods,

I am enveloped in shadow,

in mosquito swarms and in

the lengthy lineage of these silent,

stoic beasts.

I wait a beat, before turning back

towards home.

In my waiting

I am speaking their language—

trying to speak their language at least.

God I hope they hear me.


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