Disappearing into the brush
yet, far from alone
It's enjoyable just being here
and knowing the creating is endless
My nerves get the best of me
A blue-haired juggler with a dog
bikes in
followed by a slender lady in glasses
with focus
We've all come to rest the mind
and witness the murder of crows
and conspiracy of ravens
in addition to
other unknown birds with unexplainable sounds
and intangible sun behind the trees
The mindless skilled nature
presses into my memories
like pressed flowers in books
Every breath is a distraction
from movement that is excessive
and echoes from San Francisco not far
From where I'm sitting, the trees have sacrificed
themselves to maintain a pod
of sanctuary and shield from the television
of sky with acrobatic clouds
and the sound pollution from other cities
I'm too shy to strike up conversation
with the tiny tweets
and ferns that sway
There's enough wind to chill
my uncovered legs and wish I had
longer socks
This place communicates on its own
by the branches ability to sign language
and leaves with a trace
The sun begins to move behind the hilltops
and air, more still
The first breath is to accept
the natural embodiment of an alternative home
Breathe again and allow for a journey
that can't be predicted
and disconnecting may mean,
the strongest connection that can
possibly be powered in the dark
Another breath to remember the way dirt smells
How vines and whatever these trees are,
compliment each other
Breathe again
See what happens next
~Tina Meeks
