Walk Along
May 21, 1999

Let us take a sip from here, from
the little quarters of water
flowing near.
Residing in some clear-cut forest,
filled with countless green,
that unify in a silent chorus.
Let us take in the sun
and shade and observe nature
all day.
When we sip, let us gather the
water with our deepened palms.
It's the purest, simplest way.
Let us leave our tracks on the forest
floor, our soles giving sound to
what has fallen, twig and leaf.
And if any happen on this in brief,
repeat all past actions and dispel
distraction with discretion.
Or take it, to later recall, with
a perminent pen, while waiting
for all leaves to rustle in the wind.

© 1999 Jarrod C. Lacy