This morning my legs

carried me, to the peaks

of mountains.

Not long ago,

my ears heard no

sound of commotion.

At a quarter past

nine, my hands

could touch the skies.

As the sun rose through

the clouds, I could smell

the pines.

Not long after dawn,

I gazed down

upon valleys.

As midday approached,

I drank from

cool streams.

In the early hours,

I saw shadows

that swayed.

While the sun yawned,

I climbed towards

it’s rays.

When the air was still

cool, I acquainted

with trees.

As the canopy warmed,

the forest coaxed a

smile from me.

This a.m. I breathed in

leaves, moss,

and dirt.

This morn, I tread on

grass, twigs, rocks

and roots.

Then I stepped

out of the woods,

on to a dirt road,

Took out my keys,

got into my car,

and drove home.

Humbly yours,

J