curiosity & wonder

May 18, 2009, 11:34 am
Filed under: words

Without leaving and finding new reasons to come back, i am not myself.  I want to regress back to trails that smell like lady bugs on ferns.  The scent of vanilla between sheets of bark on tall, thick ponderosa pines.  I want to feel the pieces of mountains in between my fingers, then throw across crystal pools and watch them skip and skim across the glassy surface only to slow and sink to silent bottoms.  I want my body to take the posture of a witness.  One that sees the revealing of an alpenglow on eastern peaks, then the opening of northern skies.  Stars will glow and we will chart them and tell stories of them, as lichen covered granite keeps us company.  I will think of friends in far off places.  Listen as they speak through the voice of a child, and through the flames that burn time and oak.  We all have to learn how to wait.


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