gasping for air on top of a
overlook that is only one place
in a great many hours
not many went by without thinking of here
green trees as far as the eye can see
soft sounds of blankets of branches
off in the distance water with white caps
voices of echoes that trees give each other
exit wounds of tree limbs that left home
rocks that show signs of
years of living on the bottom of a river
beds and travel from the tops of great
aching heights far above the fields
tossing pine needles across these winds
tiny past moments rise up and say hello
yet my mind is right here and so far away with you