Yes. Close your eyes if you must.
The moon is hidden here, pushed away
   by the fingers of tree limbs.
So stop trying to see.
Feel instead.

Sweep with your feet the forest floor.
   You’ll find the roots.
And let your hands reach out
   in front of you, zombie-like.
You’ll feel the bark of the trees
   with your fingers instead of your face.
You’ll even learn to sense where 
   they are with that sixth sense,
sonar-esque, like the bats 
   who fly so fast while dodging trees
      but catching bugs.
And you’ll smell bonfire, 
   hear it crackle,
and know your friends 
   have gathered in the meadow.

You’ll hear them laugh,
and you’ll know the way.

You’ll make it there.
Slowly.
Gropingly.
You’ll feel your way.