Yesterday

with breezes like assurances from a gentle god

and skies as fair as my eyes

through her woods

I walked

working hard to slow my pace

holding a question

and searching for signs

aware that each step —

whether on crushed stone

or wood chips

landed like an assault

on her solitary loveliness.

 

Today

with fog draping the coast in a sudden mood swing

and winds extinguished like a candle

slow and quiet

through her woods

I tip-toed

intent upon only this

with each shift of my gaze —

a sinking, a deepening, an honoring

this holy place

and the wisdom I had so desperately sought —

revealed itself

everywhere.

 

(c) 2015, Jennifer Comeau