Look Down

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.

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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.

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