Friday’s Passing Fancy/Poem: Here, Now

Along a solitary, mossy trail

silence unfurls its net.

Rain, fine crystals,

drapes about my neck.

Poultice of earth shores up feet,

each root a reminder of strength.

Late light silvers a tunnel of shadow.

Birds, wings a-whisper, nest with secrets.

Peace arrives with embrace of mist

as every free breath reminds:

now unity

be awake

here grace