When in the Woods by Judi Van Gorder
Settling into stillness,
spine straight, shoulders relaxed,
lines from a Robert Frost
poem glide through my thoughts.
Recall images lost.
Settling into stillness
I open to the sounds
of a squirrel up high
gathering for winter
and never asking why.
Settling into stillness
the minutes drop away.
Pain and joy become one
moment, no time to waste
before my work is done.
Just chasing a form. This is a Monchielle