The Ponderosa Pine Forest
Lying deep in the forest
Can’t I hear your heart beat?
Steady...
Like gramma grass
Waving graceful flags of beauty
Timelessness
Weaves through my body
As if the pine itself has
wrapped around me.
Softly seeking my secrets.
I taste the earth,
dry, fragrant
Pinion pine nuts pop
beneath me.
Jays continue the cycle of life...
Why seek the solace of land?
Smelling the vanilla of pine,
The bitter scent of needles.
Forest noises...different from desert
different from juniper country,
different from home.
Distorting sound, even place.
For just a ephemeral moment,
this is home.
Home—this place
Can I hear your heart beat?