The Introduction

Alone in the woods,

finally removed

from the grievances of

unimportant importance—

And yet grandiose

homes are a mere

hundred feet away.

I try not to notice,

but you almost

feel

the over-stimulation permeating

your heart.

Cotton-tailed babes

watch under the brush

as though they were actually

hidden,

as the clip clop

of various passersby

hint toward the fact

that their once

pristine homeland

is now invaded

on a daily basis.

The hawks

are particularly chatty this morning

while mingling with

the vultures and sparrows

all riding around on the

invisible blustering winds,

playing as I’d imagine any

of us would if given the

chance of flight.

Never though—

after euphorically

enjoying the nuances

of the man-made trails

had the miniscule

moths,

maybe butterflies,

come out in abundance.

Whatever they were

they were beautiful,

like petals from

cherry blossom trees

in spring

after a windy day,

ever so gently making

their way

down to the ground.

Perhaps they were

awoken from slumber

by my early morning

intrusion.

As some flew with me

while I ran underneath the

canopy of trees,

we clumsily touched

wings to skin,

almost a polite kiss hello

during an introduction.

All mornings

should start

with a kiss

hello—

so soft,

so gentle,

the feeling,

perhaps only perceived.