To renew this body with deep drawn breath and flex sinews and muscles long unused
Crackle of leaves underfoot smell of nature in the air rush of wind past laboring lungs sight of green twig and budding sprout
And the ever-present eyes peering through boughs of pine curious about this strange human running after nothing
Feeling the dawn mist clinging to my hair as I tread this crushed grass joyous at this solitude
Soul replenished with the rising sun breath caught in ecstasy at branch and leaf and flower and the sound of my own determination
Each smell fresh each sight beauty each sound joyous and I am home
© 1997, 1998 Tara Tambollio
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