On narrow paths
Among the trees
Not far from the early sparks of
The whisky rebellion
There is solitude
Each step taken
Connects the walker to the earth
Past
Present
Future
Noise is filtered and distant
Human activity mixes with
Contributions from nature
To the west
Children’s voices intersect
With communications between
Pileated woodpeckers
Today i walked in solitude
Amid human noises and nature’s song
And i am awed that each step
Connects me to the earth
Past
Present
Future
And as i wonder what sparks
In a washington far from where i sit
Will ignite
A walnut falls from a tree to the south and
I am once again in the present
Amid distant voices and nature’s songs