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| 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)
