COMPOSTING PART 2

This is the next layer.

It is well composed, already sitting heavily, and changing.

There was no River and now there is River.  There was once no Canyon and now there is Canyon. 

There was once no Mesa and THEN there still is no Mesa.

Now.

Sometimes I can't write of the most sacred.  

Like the walk last week to the cross, but really the B with Graffiti.

This eve though I did walk.  Just me.  No dog, no children, no companion but my shadow and the shift of light and dark from the sun splitting my path.

Sacred, sweet, bumbling down the trail fast with my feet in my now favorite weekend shoe.  I can feel the path, no pain but connection.  I saw the tracks of deer and skat, and a larger animal too, right here in these hills, the smell of earth and wet and plant.  That old volcano right there feels special to me.

Flying, jumping, swiveling down and around. Breath.

The next layer will have something to do with

ENVELOPES