Find Me at the Watershed

April 23, 24 2026

My windows are open.

It is April.

Thick, hot air fills my lungs.

The sky, erupting,

Twists and shoves branches about.

Westward wind stricken limbs

traipse cross the Earth's floor.

A lone Robin,

Sheltering

Beneath the crown of a sappy pine:

A sanctuary from the storm.

At dawn,

Find me at the watershed,

Wandering.

Bare feet hopping rocks along the creek,

Toes sunken into freshly sodden clay.

Heav'nly showers

Baptized the Earth,

Springtime rebirth

In full swing.

Sunbeams scatter

Through the cedar canopy,

Shimmering leafy hues cross the rock

Like stained glass.

Find me at the watershed

Wandering.

A wild, willful woman

Playing peacefully,

Dancing freely,

Laying down to watch the bashful butterflies;

At dawn,

Find me at the watershed

Praying.