The loon cries out - voices - my loneliness.

I am missing love.

The loon is lonely like me
Looking for this love.
She wails the wantings
I struggle to voice
Only 6 miles of forest
And a solitary tent
Has brought me to
Write these pains

Why is admitting to myself
My own truths
So hard?

It takes the earth's strength
To pull it out of me
I wish I could cry
Even the peepers stopped
To grieve my living pains with me
My forest minyan holds me.