We used to howl in the forest
Primal screams resounding through muffled groves
Always a little restrained though
Never quite agonized enough
Knowing that we didn’t fit the profile
But liking the release
Echoing misinterpretations of gestalt therapy
To justify the caterwauls
Being there, then
Now, burdened by my own cruel truths
A bottomless bellow might be cathartic
But the tranquility of a forest
Brings its own grace notes to my listening heart
So I simply listen and bow my head
To the murmur of the trees instead
David Trudel © 2012
