#1 - Hello poem

There was beauty in the woods, 

the unknown. I had 

forgotten

the sound of my boots 

asking each step,

“And then?” Answering

“We are all little godlings

crossing paths beneath the songs of birds

and meddling stars.”

I fantasize about a stillness,

like a waking memory 

surging out of the depths,

sifting through oceanic pressure

into unfiltered light.

Dreaming

the peace of Buddha 

in the smile 

of a departed friend.

Growing older, things to my side 

seem to grow smaller, or

is the world simply moving me

aside? My attachment

to the woods seems less mystical.          

The heart, for one, tends to shrivel 

without the pummel of the wind,

a drum to inflate it.