En El Bosque, Lydia Panas

in the woods I lost sight of you
that moment you were caught
in branches that must have tangled
your hair and sent you tripping
over unseen roots thick undergrowth
of the forest floor denying us passage
in these woods without clearing
or sunlight gathering I have been
seeking the way to lay my body down
inside your shadow the umbra
of the child once laughing or if it be
your will my limbs will vine upon
fallen trees assuming their decay here
where for as long as forever I will stay