In the city, I was always looking down.
Avoiding eye contact, avoiding obstacles-
In this quieter place,
In this place of less people, less potential chance of collisions,
I’ve noticed that I move with purpose.
Observe the tree ahead, the mountains in the distance,
The sky, sharp and intrusive, at the edges of my vision.
Until I stumble,
I miss the subtleties beneath my feet.
The world of branches and ferns,
Of squirrel middens and deathly struggles.
To take my eyes from where I’m going,
To where I am,
Opens vast worlds of possibility.
A field of horsetails,
Breeze-touched and swaying
In an endless sea of green.
I have a deep love for the tiny connections around us.