Wind sweeps through the Aspens
leaves shimmer like flames
my skin ripples, chilled.
It's soothing and I sit still,
aware of shifting energy.
Higher on the mountain,
deep bellows of rutting elk resonate
through swaying lodgepole pines,
followed by high pitched bugles.
On a wooden post, a blue jay perches
chittering at two rabbits darting by.
I am quiet,
leaning into the spaciousness,
expanding outside of myself.
A thin veil settles over me
or lifts,
and suddenly we are united,
raindrops entering the stream.
Filled with the wonder
of something larger than myself,
oscillating between the world inside
and the one we move through,
I feel reassured.
It could have been you and I hope it was,
because I swear
I could feel
the soft touch of your arthritic hands
against the nape of my neck,
the contagious trill of your laugh
the scent of gardenia
as I leaned in to say goodbye.
What happens when we die,
where we go,
where you've gone?
These are questions of faith.
In this moment,
I can only take the warmth
inside my heart
and turn it skyward.
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