Out of the Pines

• Out of the Pines

Out of the Pines

I step out of The Pines
The breeze hugs me like an old friend
Those nettled floors
And a hush that's grown so tall
Get behind me
Go behind me

I stumble out from The Pines
The scent of flowers flooding down my spine
Heady and strange and heavy on my tongue
I'm glad you've found me
I'm glad you have found me

Every turn was a right one
In that cathedral of trees
There were whispers left in corners
Buried to their knees
So I'm glad that you've found me
So glad you have found me

I limp out from The Pines
That simple road before me like a curled strong arm
The needle sheets still pinned in my heels
Get behind me
Fall behind me

There were times I saw the sunlight
White like a forbidden rose
Glaring in through a parting
Of straight and bony twigs and their cones
So I'm glad that you've found me
I'm glad you have found me

I step out from The Pines
A peal of sparrowsong arrests my shaking limbs
Your face is fallow but I know you by your clothes
And I'm glad you've found me
So glad you have found me

Every day was the last one
In that cathedral of trees
I held my breath from the first one
And was keeping it aside just for thee
So I'm glad that you found me
So glad you have found me

© Brendan Bonsack
January 2015

1. Dog Whistles
2. This was the Place
3. Which Pocket?
4. Be There
5. What Kind of Yes?
6. The Historian
7. August Afternoon
8. Shells
9. Out of the Pines
10. Places for Falling

What Kind of Yes?
Released January 2015