We have special correspondence today with Lumberjack Thief’s special consciousness correspondent Kevin Cain.

Kevo writes in from Buffalo, New York, beckoning us to the woods soon:

born on the forgotten
moments of the new moon
your first cry echoes
in the star filled sky
calling the ancient
time distorted light
for meaning
for direction.
Orion draws his bow
the slick point of his arrow
pierces the shadowy night
and the unanswered futures.
you fall silent
into your mother’s grassy arms
awaiting the arrow’s curve
and the coming of the full moon.

Kevin’s poem arrived via Gmail. It was accompanied by this Google ad, asking a question we all must ask of ourselves at one point or another:

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