in a forest

in a forest

we walked among the young
redwoods sprouting defiantly at human folly
rising out of the clamor of armored greed
chainsaws and cables
recovering in pain and sorrow at the loss
of old scarred steeples branching innocent
reaching up and down for the life of mother
airwatersoil

we two humans felt sorrow at our own folly and waste
taking in all the forest offered

over the ridge a breeze rises
as we descend into a basin untouched
old redwoods offering comfort and forgiveness
breathing with us for us
very tranquil
very still
very comforting
very at home now
very happy
grateful these old beings still stand
up into the air
waving home to marbled murrelets
to jays and squirrels
chipmunks beetles and worms
canopied life
forest floor rot

June 2010