It has been 10 months

hiking and walking 4 to 6

days a week to regain my strength

a difficult journey to recovery.

Goals were needed to succeed.

Shades of gold and brown across the shoulders

And a head of gold

It perched atop a tall boulder

surveying the field below

 

Suddenly, seeing something I could not

a leap into the wind

wings outstretched,

catching the air. It soared

 

Leaning wings left or right

weaving among the boulders

and over the field, wings still

outstretched catching morning thermals

 

Rising air of the morning

giving lift to its flight till suddenly

wings collapse, it dives into tall grass.

Prey invisible, but breakfast found.

Once upon a time,

or so the story opens.

At least that’s what we say.

But is it really some imaginary

tale we tell ourselves to

make the reality speak more softly?

Two fawns and a doe

on the other side of a fence

looked across the park,

seeking to escape the barking dog

and retreat to high grass

It has been just seven months since my heart attack and everything else. During that time I was really not able to write creatively, until now. I don't know why, but it seemed as if the weight of circumstance worked against me, demanding I focus on other "things" and that I not force myself. It was (and is) a difficult challenge. But finally, today, creativity returned.

I don't claim that this simple poem is one of my best or even that it is mediocre. But, it is a poem of significance because I met the flower on a hike with Maya, getting me out and into nature. It stood high and proud and all by itself and spoke to me. So, I share with you, our readers