Oh the delight awaiting children
on the edge of glades filled with light.
That dappled ground stirs no fear for
those readied by stories told at night.
Every step a soft whisper on deep humus.
Every large stone a call for sacrifice.
Every tree a witness to the movements.
Every breeze shaping a truthful heart.
Even now when the wind blows gently
I feel the persistent press for knowing
someone ageless pulsing through it all
and tapping out the rhythms for my life.