Pickin up insights as I’m gathering up pine cones
only to toss them a stone’s throw into the dead grass.
Getting lost in the thoughts finding me.
A little lost robin in a red hoody
sticking out like a sore thumb.
Gotten real savvy at looking dumb.
Inspirations got me cleaning up the forest’s mess for no reason.
Doing my best, I just needed a little guidance.
A beautiful distraction to lead me
a small victory in my conquest.
Don’t let me forget the little things in the process.
Needed some quiet time alongside these lofty pines
The wind, the mist kissing cold against my lips.
Close my eyes, hands busy collecting.
Suddenly the wind in the needles has my toes in the sand.
I know every motion is bringing me closer to the ocean.
Close my eyes I can see the waves licking out at me
the wind in the trees inviting me to fly away with them…
How can we live so oblivious to this…
How can I not see the witness in this?
The simplest ironies leading me to the miraculous
the moment I let myself breathe slowly…
When I know about where each stems from.
I start to see the greatest ironies…
Me, myself, and these green giants are tied together eternally
What they breathe I need, and what I give they crave…
Do you see it yet?