Can you see it over there?
Through the evergreen
and billowed birch,
past the branches
where nuthatches perch?
It’s there if you look.
A thread.
A casting of spirit.
An embodiment that grows,
the closer you draw near it.
Do you see it shimmering through?
One heavenly spot,
where all that you wished,
comes sliding together
in a moment like this.
You’ve shoed all this way,
soft snow underfoot,
a blanket laid out
that the first mother put.
Coming to a stop,
spikes jingle their last,
dangling from the strap
attached to your pack.
And you are allowed—
you are given this time,
to raise up your camera
and pick out a line.
Do you see it now? You must.
You charted this course,
padded a new track,
your steps making it easier
for the next traveler back.
And the answer is there
lying at your feet,
while the forest waits
for more steps to meet.
Greetings, it calls,
branches extending their reach,
the sun’s purpose
reflecting that which you teach.
You might think it’s all
too much to behold,
but it’s asking you to try,
come forth and be bold.
Do you see it?
Do you see that the path
you are making
is the same as the sun’s
you see with each waking?
— ❧ —
Poetry Corner
On the trail, when there isn’t too much cloud interference, there comes these moments when the light shines a certain way through the trees, and you could swear that a special power is revealing itself. The Right Light pays homage to that.
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