Saturday, December 20, 2014

The Journey

Photo of Balanced Rock at Chiricahua National Monument courtesy of Donna Simonetti

I am going hiking
To a place I’ve never been,
To the snow covered Chiricahuas
To find my place of Balance
I can hear my footfalls,
I can feel the soft snowflakes falling on my face,
I feel the others with me,
Ancient spirits walking
This same trail
Seeking their soul’s moment,
Seeking and finding their balance
In this place so far from manmade things,
In this place so wild,
One is reborn
And made new.
I hear Raven calling,
Black wings against the white,
He is sharing his wisdom
And guiding my way.
With each footfall, I hear the chorus of garooing
Sandhill cranes emerge briefly in the shifting gray clouds above
Then fade away like phantoms in the mist,
While I watch each snowflake fall softly on the earth,
And coat the ground around me, erasing my steps
I follow the trail through lichen covered boulders
To the place of Balance
In these eternal heights
And I hold on.

I hold on to this thought
while the mask covers my face
and I slip into a dream
beneath the surgeon’s knife.

~Kathie Adams Brown (December 20, 2014)