Poetry Showcase: Nature, unrushed
Threat of thunderstorms rumbling in the not distant valley,
Wind whipping, hikers scrambling, but yet I dally.
At peace on the mountain summit blueberry picking,
Views from Heaven, exposed in Nature I am sticking.
Imbedded in the fruited bush, sharing space with the ticks and bees,
Let’s not bug each other, eh? so I can pick more berries please?
So what if the storm may be coming sooner than I thought.
The desire for blueberry pancakes and muffins makes me care not!
Dark clouds are now hurrying by, afraid to disturb me with pesky lightning fission,
Ha! They must know I won’t be moved by their noise to abandon my fruity mission.
As I saunter along my very own road less taken,
My mind wanders to the writings of Henry David and I pause in elation.
Lord, the wonders of the land, these trees, this rushing brook!
So glorious, a Hudson Valley luminist painting, where do I look?
As inspiring as your Walden Pond with its pristine primordial setting.
Near Mt. Monadnock, where the Transcendentalists have walked, I am betting.
Oh, the history of creative explosions in literature and in art,
Thoreau, be so kind as to share your wisdom of the woods through my heart.
Is that your voice, calling me in the sotto voce water?
Are you the spider pausing to whisper, “I think that’s my friend Lisa. Yes, I spot her!”
Maybe it’s your touch on my bare arms in the gentle breeze.
Is it you or God causing me in emotion to drop to my knees?
In this Garden of Paradise, I see a door to endless pleasure and I hold the keys.
A miracle that this old wise forest has been preserved for all past, present and I pray forever.
A connection between us, this sacred earth and its healing power no modernity can sever.
Would I have your courage, Henry, to chuck it all for an ascetic life in the woods?
Foregoing the comforts of my local town to call the trees and these trails my neighborhoods?
Alas, I am caught between two worlds, not yet ready to follow your lead and take that leap.
Like the path ahead with its incline to the heavens – right now it’s a road too steep.
So join me in sauntering for a little while more, bathing in the endless sights and sounds.
Hand in hand, our hearts will burst with love, and our inconnectedness know no bounds!
She currently guides walks at the Middlesex Fells Reservation outside of Boston and at the Wright-Locke Farm in Winchester MA. You can reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org.