walking to the pont

 

so busy inhaling beauty
that gasping for breath
i pause
and stand among ferns
taller than me
in spilled forest light.
mouth so full of words
of praise and wonder
and hope
that i cannot speak.
eyes lift to
the blueness of sky
drinking the silence
that hums between us.

dec2005 052

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