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.
