I am playing hide and seek with the trees
in Allsopp Park. It’s pre-dawn, neither light
nor dark. We stand still, our arms spread wide, free
to catch breeze and dew. I sense their delight
in my hiding, knowing by matching their
meditation we will find each other,
the true us, will feel without touching where
veins and fabric meet and breathe, discover
spirit filling and feeding all. Silence
turns to noiseless song. The lark seeks a limb.
The hawk circles overhead. No pretense
of exclusion. I dance, a simple whim
of celebration, or a grateful prayer.
The leaves nod yes to show they know I’m there.
Roger Armbrust
March 2, 2011
