Unaware of visions or
Time of day I stand and
From this block of wood I see
The seven steps ascending.
Up, up, past the clearwater creek,
where a three-day rain has
burbled it over and spilled it all over
the green mossy rock I usually sit on.
I move slowly on through, wading the
ankle deep coolness of that spilled
over rainfall and return home with my
basket brimful of Daily Bread.
:-)