The Forests of Home

In bed early

Day 3

In Sin City.

I’d had a panic attack at dinner.

I thought the oyster

Was making my throat swell.

Hell’s Kitchen

Living up

To its name.

I’d dragged myself to bed

Plummeted to sleep.

Before I knew it

I was in the forests of home.

I looked through the Redwoods

Up towards the house.

I sighed, beginning the ascent.

Then, in the sun dappled wood,

A stag appeared before me.

Thirty feet tall,

Still as a statue.

We stared.

I noticed it only had one antler.

I knew it was neither he nor she.

Suddenly, I was rising

Rising

Rising…

Until I floated face to face

With the Spirit of the forest.

I awoke with a gentle start,

My hotel window shades

Left open to the Las Vegas night,

The Full Harvest Moon

Outshining every city light.