I scroll the news

but cannot bear to hear

one more story of tragedy or Fear

Forests aflame; people in pain

It all comes roaring in.

I walk slowly into the day

Breathing the sound of trees

moving in the wind

Needles fall like gold dust

drifting down.

A small brown squirrel startles

in his journey along the rail.

We lock eyes

and both say “eeek”

at the same time.

A bird calls out

its voice echoing in the forest

I answer– calling out my prayer

“May I, in this moment, be at home

here with you.”

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2 Responses to SCROLLING

  1. Joan Cutuly says:

    eeeek … it was so good to be in this moment here with you, Gwendolyn

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