In the city, I was always looking down.
Avoiding eye contact, avoiding obstacles-
Avoiding.
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.
So many small worlds beneath us
I have a deep love for the tiny connections around us.
For more worlds, small and otherwise, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
Lovely reflection ๐ There is so much to be gained from just watching the little interactions in nature.
Thank you! My life has been deeply enriched when I’ve been able to stop, take a breath, and look at all the tiny, beautiful things happening in the nature around me ๐