Encounter
Balsam-filtered sun
aspen-mantled
touches
layered forest floor
grounded stick
night gaze
fixed
shining spheres
shouldered
upon
forked maple
perched
Like feathers silent as a wing, a staff finds my hand for the crossing from known to unknown. I, on hands and knees lost in complexity while another intelligence looks down, puzzled.
At night in my ordered room I like awake in peace ... just knowing it is near.
aspen-mantled
touches
layered forest floor
grounded stick
night gaze
fixed
shining spheres
shouldered
upon
forked maple
perched
Like feathers silent as a wing, a staff finds my hand for the crossing from known to unknown. I, on hands and knees lost in complexity while another intelligence looks down, puzzled.
At night in my ordered room I like awake in peace ... just knowing it is near.