
the trail is straight;
the creek meanders —
trail feet — creek mind.

the trail is straight;
the creek meanders —
trail feet — creek mind.

Tree that sits mid-stream
is not your average tree.
Stillness amid flow?

invisible bugs
ripple the lake surface;
from here, it’s mirror.

Swimming in the deeps.
Swimming day in and day out until my buoyancy became an incontrovertible fact of nature that not even my amygdala could deny.

big-leafed saplings
line the understory:
wee cascade murmurs.