"Go as far as you can see; when you get there you'll be able to see farther." ~ Thomas Carlyle
I jealously guard my lunch breaks. Soon it will be dark when I go to work and dark when I come home. My lunch time walks will be the only time I feel daylight. Sunny or not, I need to get outside. Sometimes I only have fifteen minutes, other days I steal forty-five. If my time is short, I follow the trails; if I have longer I explore the forest.
Nobody knows where I go, or why
I need to go and touch the sky,
And taste the winds and hear the snow,
And smell the birds. No, nobody knows.
My feet stuck in mud, gaze struck above,
I feel I could fly on wings of love.
I reach for the sun, it shows up for me!
I look for a dance in the arms of a tree.
If they’re listening I’ll tell them my path is light,
My trail is air; the breeze ignites
My soul to feel the kiss of sound,
The warm caress of trees around
My shoulders lifting off the load
Of to-do lists; reciting odes
To now, to here, to this one sight,
Of wonder: change or steadfast might.
They’ve got it wrong those who assume
I go to leave:
In Nature’s womb; I go to breathe,
Refresh, renew, revitalize,
I see my life through Nature’s eyes.