Weight(less)

A Whisper in the Forest

~

When I whisper

a cool draft escapes

shadowed in morning sunlight

I can see you

exist

all the different angles

of creation amidst the tragedy of

a waiting table of spring

eternal.

We still find a way

to continue our travel with a blinding speed,

yet some,

Nature

awaits a temperate shift

in an earthly climate,

warmth releases them back into the wilderness

a mountain stream.

I wonder if the gasp

my visible contribution

today’s learned lesson of

helpless abandon.

I wonder how often it is we

imagine

the gravity of our purpose.

~

*personal photograph