To Be Taken

There’s a way of being
in the woods
a way of walking
on the earth

have you seen how
the light slants in
on the summer aspen ?

falling first to the leaf
and the silken branch
and the columbine

how it spends itself
on the shimmering water ?

then lies to rest with the rocks and the grass
and rises through the stems of the grass ?

sometimes, in the woods, this light will take you

I know

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