Meditation at Brice Creek

Breeze blows-raven cries-water flows

Black fly buzzes- butterfly hovers

Sun sinks lower-sliver of moon crests

over ridge top- rapids undulate sliding down

through crevices into deeper channels

Birds sing- shade cools me- mind leaps

forward

Bend in river sings a lullaby

old wounds open and close like

shafts of light in the ancient forest

Sun moves farther westward descending towards

the horizon

Shadows follow me on the trail

among the silent groves

Sunlight fades into dusk- moon’s gravity pulls

the river currents- white water swirls in

the eddies.