Hiking Monhegan – Susan Davis
A deer trail tapers
to a dead end.
No view of the harbor, nor of the ocean.
Such a small island,
I must be somewhere.
Surrounded by tall pines
and a soft carpet of brown needles.
I’ve been lost in these woods before,
following a thinning path
as the thicket closed behind me.
There’s a field to the east,
through the brambles and low branches.
in the middle of nowhere,
than the familiar landscape
of my home
where I rail against the obstructed view,
not content to leave to faith
the promise of a grassy clearing.