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.
About the Creator
A.J.K.
Eclectic witch + wine professional living in the PNW. Published poet. Exercising my creative muscles here.
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