I cleared the thorns and brambles
from this thicket, took off my shoes
and learned what it means
to be an animal.
between these two laurel trees,
I have lost my way home.
I recognize the smell of sassafrass,
try to find the path to lead me back
to our gravel driveway,
to the dogs that tumble
through the brush.
do you remember coming home
to our backyard on fire?
from a distance, I hoped the flames
would keep licking our windows,
my name carved on the sills.