In the Forest
by Ed Meek
The chinook was a lullaby
Sung by the trees—
The lithe sequoias swaying overhead.
Entranced by their song,
We were suddenly grateful
For this opulence—
A gift from the gods
Who’d been hibernating all along
In the rich, dark loam of our subconscious.
Ed Meek has had poems in The Baltimore Review, The Sun, and The Paris Review. His new book, High Tide, came out last September.
