This is pine country
and strong pine
towers on hills
with bigfoot trails and morning snails
and dropping mists and sleeping still yellow slugs
This is mushroom country
and big mushrooms
with black gills and spotted heads
on downcast trunks half soily with worm beds
grow gray on the slopes
This is whisper country
and unsteady whispers
From here there every place
crackle in the crowded space
birds a chill music there
and the stumps are little chairs to sit in
until resting stills the sounds
and something of peace can be found
— Gabriel Fenteany, September 15, 2015 & May 30, 2016
