Said in Silence

There have been things done

            Things said

            Things in general

                        If there is any meaning to ‘general’

                        Then life’s day-to-day

                                    It fits the definition of ‘general’

            This day          that day           every day         any day           some day

Some days I feel more lost than others

            It is a path that I chose to take

                        Got part way down it and turned around

                                    Rushed back

                                    Trying to follow the bread crumbs

                                                The birds

                                                It must have been the birds

                                                            The loons

                                                They stole the crumbs

                                                Every last one of them

                                    Looking for clues

                                    Searching for the way home

                        The clouds threaten to wash away any trace

                                    Any hint          any bit or piece

                                    All those things that assist me

                        The breeze bleats for my haste

                                    Hurry               hurry               away                gone away

                        Mother Nature this thing I beg of thee

                                    Help me           help me           help me please

                                    Show me the way

                                                Steps to take

                                                            My way home

                                    Help me           help me           help me please

                                    Listen to my cries

                                                Hear my sighs

                                                            Know my regret for wrongs done

                                    Help me           help me           help me please

                                    The crumbs were stolen away

                                                Blown away

                                                            Gone without a trace

                                    Help me           help me           help me please

                                    Those words spoken

                                                Daggers of silence

                                                            Drain tears from my eyes

                        Mother Nature

                                    This I ask of you…what to do?

                                    Guide me where I need to go

                                    Lead me to where I need to be

By thee, Air

that is her breath

By thee, Fire

                                                                        that is her warmth

By thee, Water

                                                                        that is her life

By thee, Earth

                                                                        that is her body

                                               

Falling... A Way

So goes the trickling
   along the walls
   around the edges
   over the rocks
           the twigs
           the tree trunks
bursting from the Earth
     dirt dangling
      scent of forest floor
               fills the senses
      digging its way back
to a time     in this place     years before
     stopping along the roadside
          walking down
          the loose gravely incline
               that led to the water's edge
               where it flowed through the culvert
                            under the road
                and       into the river
Picking my way across the rocks
as the water worked to cause me to lose my balance
trying to get me to tumble in
     and      force me to be drenched in shame
I find my way to the other side and begin my ascent to the water fall at the top
I grab at limbs
     push each footstep firmly down
     pulling and climbing the precarious pathway
knowing that there is a tranquil pool at the top
knowing that the gentle trickling that I hear is there not here
     not at the bottom
     not in this gloom covered by a canopy of conifers
and      a landscape of up rooted and totted remains
     Slip...slide...grab...good save
The mist from the rush of the water sprinkles the ground
Being sure footed is not a sure thing
     The mind is not able to lose itself and wander over the dreadful beauty of the wonder of nature
     On task, focus, every step...
     assist as the ascent ends
     and      a cold pool of pain pleasures
                with possibilities that my life still harbors.