I Went Away To Be Alone…
(Spokane, November 1971)
I went away to be alone with the trees,
Dark and high,
And the warm wind drying my tears.
And I looked at the topmost branches,
Then into the sky.
I didn't weep for sorrow,
Or for joy,
Or for loneliness,
Or the world.
I wept because I had to,
Because my eyes filled with tears.
And the trees understood,
As I understood,
And looked at the sky.