Where Bad Things Sometime Happen

From the edge of the river

I watched you

Sharing a picnic and drink on the other side

You never seemed to notice

Maybe just never gave it thought

But we’re deep in these woods

Not many come this far back

Things have happened out here

Bad things

Bad things, to good people

People just like you

I watch and I wait

Just to see what you’ll get up to

Finally, you stand

And take a slow walk back into the woods

Again, never paying me any mind

Like I was never there

I can hear your laughter, as I ford the river

Although out of sight, you’re not very far

I emerge at your picnic, smiling to myself

You left me some wine

How thoughtful

I take it and slowly navigate back to my side

Thank you for the wine

And for visiting my woods

The very woods

Where bad things sometime happen

© Dicky J Loweman 2014


I have a cabin

Tucked deep in the woods of Florida

Scarce are the amenities here

Furnished with hand-me-downs

Nothing matches

But it all serves the purpose well

There are three windows and a door

A small stove and a sink

No bathroom, but plenty of trees

My bed is an old cot

But I rarely sleep here

Except for the occasional nap

This is just used for sunny afternoon getaways

For the much-needed time to myself

I sit at my old table

Filled with papers

Overflowing ashtrays

A few old photographs of those long gone

There is my favorite glass

And always a new bottle of rum

I arrive every time

With my trusty vintage 1940’s Smith – Corona Clipper typewriter

Complete with her hard case

And a leather handle

Broken years ago, from the weight of travel

I sit myself on an old and worn down antique chair

The same one my mother used when she was young

I take comfort in its creaks and groans

The songs emitted, every time I adjust

I tell myself that I come here to write

But I rarely do for more than an hour or so

I really venture out here, in the middle of nowhere

To just fade away

Away in the memories of days past

Of friends who are no longer here

Or the ones I need to be reconnected with

In all the years I’ve had this dilapidated cabin

I’ve never once brought anyone here

A secret place

For only me

A safe-haven

Tucked deep in the woods

Where I feel like a king

Tucked away

All alone

In all my glory

© Dicky J Loweman 2014