Gotta Move

This poem is reprinted from Challenges

GOTTA MOVE

The only way out
is through:
you can not fly
above it,
sail easily on,
bury it without
it being discovered.

You must move through:
the sharp and thin of it,
crawling or gliding,
depending on how much
overgrown vegetation
you need to clear out.

Let the wolves and foxes
whose memory your
bones recall,
lead you through
the thickets of trees and plants
whose names you
cannot remember.

You must move through
to get out,
no matter how long
you have lived there,
through
is the only way out.

~ Ann Murphy Fletcher

Ms. Fletcher has had 150 poems & 4 short stories accepted for publication. In 1998, YANKEE magazine which receives 30,000 poems a year is publishing one of her poems. For permission to reprint “Gotta Move,” Ms. Fletcher may be contacted through Challenges.