you're a cabin in the woods

you are a cabin in the woods
a place I long for
to escape the loudness
in the streets
a warm sanctuary
away from the tall
swaying buildings downtown
I must be nestled
amongst the Douglas firs
as you'd welcome me 
a weary traveler
to build a fire
to flick off the dust
off of a side table bible
set alive the gas lamps
that motionlessly hang from above
to peek through a peephole
to watch the snow tick against
and tap the foggy window
the want to see nothing
the want to feel nothing
I'll welcome the winter
as a deep contrast
to the cold, bitterness
of white collar executives
the bleakness of it all
under the A-frame
I'll sleep under a blanket
of birds and wind and nothing else
for you hold everything I need
i will whisper my secrets out loud
to become one with
the splinters in the wood
be a space where I can release
my deepest insecurity
my most colorful hopes
my weathered mind

Reviews

[Quoting Ravens]

I'll be honest, when I read the title I thought of the movie "Cabin in the Woods" and I was expecting something scary. I love what you did instead and it reminds me of one of my own poems that I probably threw away, just that it had roughly the same feel, but yours is better.