Mark upon a day when you looked beyond the cliff,
a clear drawn out valley delightful in color caress a sad river
traveling in the distance, with so much forest,
lush green and wild abandon just beyond our reach.
Yet, on the crest your feet remain planted unable to imagine
a world beyond your own that plays in your mind.
How do we begin to understand the Nature around us
when we cannot conceive the world we have created alone,
worried about a disease that hasn’t even reached our veins,
while others kill us on a regular basis, in gradual numbers
we all seem to receive some natural plan, an action
that once it is set in motion ranges like a river carving through the land.
I remember picking up single rocks alone,
and tossing them over that edge, imagining me
instead, falling, and drifting through time,
away from my mind, that keeps me stuck
on the crest of the hill looking upon recent valleys,
those that remind me where I’ve been, where I may go.
When I sit in quiet solitude and imagine the life I lead
I do wonder whether it might be right, or is it fate
to believe that somewhere in the scene scape exists a time
we no longer may touch, yet still evolves with the fortune
of eyes, a quiet interlude of life driven values. I may
walk across my threshold to yield my life forever.
Today I will wander without lifting my feet, yet my eyes
look out upon a horizon of love and reality, just waiting.