Jared Carter’s most recent book of poems, The Land Itself, is from Monongahela Books in Morgantown, West Virginia. He lives in Indiana.
Wanderer
Where all the hills are silent now,
and through the trees
The wind, that once shook every bough
and blossom, leaves
Only the slightest breath. Here, birds,
now half asleep,
Content with songs that have no words,
find shelter deep
Within the forest. Here, release
from constant quest,
From endless pathways. Soon, like these,
you too shall rest.
Clementine Unbound 