BootsnAll Travel Community

for the people of the NW (et all)

Aug. 4, 2004


we started through the trees on our trek into
lost lake,
my brother elk trail left their dancing steps,
spoken in playfulness
into the sand
as it took us days by road to climb
switching back and forth, through, up, to
the top of the mountain, maybe a
hill from above. and all at once everything
came to a stop and the turtle crossing
the pavement yawns and did my friends stretches
--> next day
my solitary tree friends stands afraid and alone
where did everybody go? he asks the youngersmaller
sprigs, breathe deep the wet alive green of the NW
my friend left for seeding as i sit in the dirt,
muddy
boots, cool-post rain chill keeping the trail-working
body comfortable, bugs and other smaller friends
join in contentment as we sit and enjoy
where and what we all are,
in smirking silence
away from the chatter of a trained mind

thank you.