A Poem by Tracy A Gibbons
The cool water whirls between my toes
Jeans rolled up above my knees
Dirt from the pathway above trickles
down the hill
Trees spinning in every direction
Protecting me in my spot
My territory
A bird in the distance echoes a sweet lullaby
I could almost dream to the sound
But I would rather stay here
Indian paintbrush spreads like wildfire
among these ditches
It's as if you could pick it and eat it
for dinner
Connecting with the universe
Through soil
My spot swallowing me whole
And I would not have it any other way
In the sweetest abyss of solitude
Alone at last
White noise of nature
A streak of sky through the tree tops
The waterfall only big enough for a fairy
I can see the remains of the dust from
a previous visitor
Footsteps getting closer
Closer
I duck into my cavern among the
sweetest lullaby and edible flowers
Only I know the password
Away from the outside strangers with
nothing but bland points of view
For the fairy in us all
seeking solitude
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