No Looking Back

POETRY FORMAT, 10 Oct 2016

Emanuel E. Garcia – TRANSCEND Media Service

Behind me the woods
We had traversed so long
Ringing with the din of pursuit,
Shrouded, shrouding, dangerously
Musical – I worshipped
At the scattered altars
In reconnaissance, repose,
I learned to vanish
In the changing hues of dawn
Along the riverbed,
To call within the shifting breezes
As the sun passed high,
To climb in the dark

Now at their edge I crouch –
Ahead a new terrain,
Treeless and vast,
Moonlight bleeds upon
Its pocks and ridges
Stretching out unevenly

There is no telling
How it might slope
A few days’ journey hence,
Or where,
Whether this faintest scent of salt
Comes from its furrows, or afar,
The gift of an unknown sea

What a delicious bracing night
For setting out, for listening

Dr. Garcia is an American poet, novelist and physician who now resides in New Zealand. He may be contacted at


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2 Responses to “No Looking Back”

  1. Gary Corseri says:

    Emanuel– Splendid that your poem appears soon after Maria Popova’s TMS article about the “secret life of trees”! Indeed, there are “secret lives” all about us–trees, the sea, animals, even ourselves–beckoning exploration, deeper connections and understanding. You put it poetically; Maria scientifically. Kudos!

  2. Eden Maxwell says:

    Another splendid poem rich with imagery by poet Garcia. One can’t discover new lands without trekking into the unknown. One must be still go hear the Creator.

    As a side note: It’s always revealing to hear ignorant folk ridicule ‘tree huggers’. Without trees there would be no life on Earth.