"...but, what about going barefoot in the arroyo? cool soft earth slows me down..."
wake up in the morning
aching head, knee, and ankle
gotta shake the on-coming depression
drive on out of the park
glad for the winter jacket
go past the school's track
gotta get a nature fix now.
driving down the road
grooving on the sun and blue sky
arrive at the playground
before the Sunday kids arrive
use the equipment first
climb up stairs, across a bridge
down again walk over to the swing.
soar into the sky and back again
let lungs fill with chilly air
(adults try these things, it is still fun)
1st family arrives with a pile of kids and a swearing Dad,
time to exit to the trail, but, what about going barefoot
in the arroyo? cool soft earth slows me down
walk carefully, slowly, avoid broken bottles.
Back on the trail, finding new rhythm
until the ice, baby steps still work fine.
up aways, off trail again, easy access to the arroyo.
ditch the shoes. wander barefoot, until midwinter earth
chills the soles.
Shoes on climb up a ledge
and move into a winding canyon
vision narrows, shadows call memories
of passing mountain lions
take a breath every so often
walk onward. take time to notice silence.
on arroyo's edge
where only green
yucca and pinons stand
rooted deeply among
tawny dried grasses;
wind travels close to earth
and hidden birds sing.
and the day
creates new poems
and meditations. namaste.