Out in the open
I sense the warmth of the sun
Floating through the sky.
The trees surround me and
I feel their companionship.
I observe the trees
From my comfortable rock
Upon which I rest
My cares.
Three slender trees
Grasp my attention.
I leave my safety and
Walk towards one.
Thistles bar my way
I do not proceed.
I turn to the second
But it rejects my gaze.
The third tree
Beckons me.
I try to find a path
But the ground is rocky
And unstable.
My heart goes out to the tree.
My mind restrains nothing.
My feet will find a way.
If any way exists.

29 May 1988