Remember the river?
Your toes curl over slippery rocks,
soft gush
twists through the valley
bound by sprouted grass,
thin strokes shivering in the breeze.
Remember the mountains?
Enormous bodies
of stagnant power,
draped in a pine robe.
You sit on a rock at the top,
take full breaths
and recall when this spot
was a distant rift
in the serrated ridge.
Remember the bird?
Chirping faint and sweet
on a springy aspen branch,
Canvas tree trunk etched with eyes,
a flurry of leaves.
Remember the lake?
Sun-glazed surface drifts slowly,
reflects blurred cliffs and trees.
You leap from a rock
plunge
into soothing depths.
Remember the sky?
An unhampered sheet,
wisps of clouds unfurl
in peachy morning hues
behind hilltops.
At night,
you are focused on stars and planets
radiant dust across darkness,
and you are a part of it.