yesterday, I walked in the hillsides

6.22.10

yesterday, I walked in the hillsides

the grass was tall

a melodious fugue of competing 

meadowlark trills and 

magpie squawks resonated

over a center section of 

marcato cricket song in

contrapuntal cadence 

to the gentle percussion of 

summer breeze in the 

pinion bows

the sun was just sighing

behind a deep, green ridge

and the air was hot and lusty

I took off my shirt and 

hiked to the top where

the more undisturbed boulders

lay artfully toppled in piles 

of precarious precision

for a moment

for one warm breath of wind

carrying sweet pollen and

parachuting wild dandelion spores

to the plains below

all stood still

the light shimmered off the silvery green

undersides of field grasses,

illuminated richly colored wildflowers

and captured me in a sensual feast of

now

in that singular moment

I felt a bliss, a oneness,

timelessness

just for a moment, and then

it was gone, shifting into

gratitude, and then

awe and joy, and then remembering

the bliss of a moment ago

but even in just that fleeting nowness

my soul was recharged

my heart became both lighter in spirit

and heavier in strength as it

sank into communion with the 

warm earth beneath me