Poem

The terrain is new, but I’ve been here before
Kinship
The ground cover crunches
Footprints
I can’t help looking at my feet
Leaving behind footprints as a reminder of the distance I’ve traveled

Remember where you have been, that’s the only way to get back
Wandering
On the path, nature envelopes me
Breathe in

Time stands still
Mycelium
The trees are talking, but I can’t hear it
I just know it
The ground smells eutrophic, dense, musty, and alive
DNA RNA
Spirling further
Carbon chain
Woven
I feel it in my bones
This is where intuition lives
Messages
In solitude, I can notice

Witnessing veiled energies
The green of the lichen is charged
This a color that is living
The hike is a circumambulation
Open spaces between branches glow like Cathedral windows
These unnamed woods are solemn

Little moments of symmetry become sacred
Yet, here feels like home although it’s not a dwelling
Estuary
Where the river meets the sea

Here, is where little things can grow