My Silent Sanctuary
Fully encompassed in luxuriously thickness of forest foliage,
The dog and I sat down to rest. Me on a felled log,
him,
near a creek’s edge.
Shiny leaves fluttered a silent greeting,
welcoming us, as if she had not seen
such beings in
A long time, maybe hundreds of years.
I marvel at the vast mysteriousness of the woods,
she has kept her secrets through a multitude of sun downs,
and likely
will not give them up.
The enormous spider webs I walked through to get here
instantly feel worth it,
Even if my skin is crawling a bit
as I imagine some of the wee creatures in my hair.
My heart leaps with pure joy as I bend
to select a few pretty rocks from the creek’s edge.
Wading in a bit farther,
marveling at the clear coolness of the water.
Is it drinkable? Yes, it is.
Has anyone else ever ventured this deeply into this silent sanctuary?
I hear a slight noise.
A twig breaking.
The dog barks.
Nothing else moves or makes a sound.
This has become my private sanctuary,
a place where my heart can rejuvenate and relive
These silences on busy days
when nothing else feels silent.
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