my body lies east to west feet to the sun head to infinite stars washed from my vision by the reliable rising by each day's loyal beginning a prideful rinse of warmth upon the skin
leaning on the base of a tree that contours the curve of my back a sweet aromatic haze cloaks my face dry pine needles spiral and crack around my fingers
the nuthatch circles around the same tree the chickadee flies between branches the blackbird wails across the pond the solitaire sings solitary the robin remains silent standing chest high in dew tipped grass threaded together by silk strands of spiders creating
i don't know what time it is and i don't care i am beckoned to rise to my feet and i don't listen ceaseless is the shrill of do and my soul says do not time gnaws on the sprouts of desire and so i let it
every story ever told every melody ever hummed every piece of art ever loved has emerged from the great methodical purpose the depth of desire that reaches for us is a place i will never know a mystery not to be solved
at the grasp of drought i feel thirsty the falling of spring rain makes me sigh with relief plants will flower and i will stand a little taller when the insects buzz i will be struck by the chord when the garden thrives so do i and this is how i repay the debt of being given everything
Do I spy the Valles Caldera?
I could *feel* your words. Beautiful Alec~