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The Winding Thread

from Anadromous by Elliot Knapp

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The forest is alive—there’s something out there!
The young men and women return home with empty eyes
They leave at break of dawn and slip silent through the trees
When they emerge there’s something missing
Something’s taken, piece-by-piece

Everyone knows, but they’re afraid to find out what’s been going on
So, one morning I waited by the brook that runs just past the forest’s edge
And one by one, the young ones walked, each solitary nuptial pledge

I followed a girl in a flower dress between the mossy mushroomed stumps
My heart was pounding through the ferns and logs that ivy-draped lay slumped
Around the dewy rock pile and she vanished, leaving me alone

The quiet still, though hardly vacant
A ghostly thread encircling my head

There’s something in the woods, the forest hums
The young women and men hardly have the strength to rise
And in the city fail to pave a straighter road
To where the price is youth and debts are ever-owed

They all look out through window screens at passing clouds as profits fall
So, I broke into a run that took me reckless through the underbrush
The branches tearing at my legs, a sudden fall—a sullen hush

I stiffened—prone—in the damp brown leaves; the winding thread caressed my chest
My eyes and ears could see and hear scant little coming down to rest

Then through chlorafiltered parasols
A spinning cone of nearly-space, slightly heaving

I felt soft fingers reaching in
I forgot trifles
I bent to every inconstant else I found

Out in the trees there’s something living
Back at home my mind is lost, absorbed in ancient bargains
This short while is but a respite from my undiscovered life debt
And I tell myself there’s time to work—that people can forget
You’ll see me near the forest’s edge at dawn

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from Anadromous, released November 14, 2013
Elliot Knapp: Vocal, Larrivée OMV-03R.

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