I’m taking a week off to work on a special project… so I dug up one of my earlier experiments to post. I don’t consider myself a poet, but I wanted a quick story to go with an old painting I did. It was a lot of fun and for those of you who enjoy geocaching – you can find this raccoon scrambling around a forest somewhere.
I am the masked adventurer
sharp of claw and strong of heart.
Armed with ears and eyes so ready
for this journey, I depart
I make my way through glen and forest
full of trees and mystery.
I long to find the clear sweet truth
of our earthen history.
Glinting light through darkened branches
makes me think that I am near
though hills to climb and streams to cross
I must push away all fear.
I come upon a glassy pond
still and clear this balmy night.
I rinse my paws and wash my face
And spot three fishies, Oh delight!
Now refreshed, I must press on
for my journey to complete
before illusions and deceptions
find in me retreat.
I climb the branches humbly,
touch it to my whiskered face
this wondrous beacon of hope
now surrounds me; His embrace.
It was there, all this while
the answers without disguise.
I would have seen it sooner
had I pulled the mask from my own eyes.