Observations and Musings

The road appears as an ancient hide The mother elephant A young long arm reaches out Depths of the hoard It reaches for the wild Dancing sun Full puddle in the middle Angled iron and wires Cut the sky There is a sign posted Washed and faded Schematic of the wood Abound in unfounded joy The cormorant calls The forest floor sings a tune The wind in my ears I hear the ocean Empty echo of the past Forgotten then no, remembered All of it is now