How I Go to the Woods

Fallen oak in estuary of the Merrimack: 12/5/13
CC Jean Stimmell

"Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single

friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore

unsuitable. 

I don't really want to be witnessed talking to catbirds

or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of

praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible..." *

*the above poem an excerpt from Mary Oliver's How I Go to the Woods

Disappearing in the estuary of the Merrimack: 12/5/13
CC Jean Stimmell