woodsman

i go into the woods-
a woodsman
in woodsman's clolthes
with woodsman's axe.

i dive into the woods
of wolves
and oaks
of light streams
and the shhshhshshhh
of leaves.

i am a diver of the woods,
searching for that pearl-
the pearl of the hidden
apple
that i've not yet ate.

i do not know why i do this-
i do not know what meaning this makes.
perhaps it is the way the sky beckons
for an unreasoning mind,
or perpaps it is the sound of shoes
against the forest floor.

i only know that the trees and
the waters and the creatures
sing there-
and i am a woodsman-
i go into the woods.