trees bend / giants bowing east / swaying, dancing / as dusk settles in
I feel the wind / on my face / tangling my hair / cleansing my spirit
arms raised upward / I embrace it / baptized in this holiness / our backyard paradise
healing flows through me / and my thoughts scatter / I am only here / NOW / inhaling this moment / reverently
I move forward / a walking meditation of sorts / over sticks, looking for stones / each step intentional / as I search / for treasures / in the storm
the tide rolls in / and fog creeps / enveloping me in mystery / sifting through pebbles / grains of sand / so many years ago / looking for bits of yesterday / found in sea treasures / of colored glass / worn smooth by / the ebb of time / softened edges that once were / china, mosaics, shells, magic / capturing the imagination / and captivating the heart
now, much like then / I cannot leave / my path seems random / as I pick through debris / branches and slash / carelessly thrown aside / by "progress"
painstakingly, deliberately / so as not to trip / searching / for that stone left unturned / a gift of the earth / a necessity to trail builders / a foundation / to armor, adorn, anchor / create a work of art
and behold / over there, and there, / amongst what appears to be merely / remnants of the forest that once was / a rock / and another / hidden / amongst ferns and skitter tracks / buried / within the desecration / the massacre / the ruins which lay at our feet
methodically, religiously / we harvest / place our offerings / on the remnants of our forest / to retrieve / another day / our cairns accent the / clear cut / the barren land
trees sway / in their sacred ritual / guarding the ridge / mountains loom / majestically / on the horizon / turning / we face the setting sun / and pick our path / reverently home / looking forward to the return of another day