Aug 06, 2007 21:29
I take off my shoes
and remove my socks
I place my feet into
the cold mountain water
My feet hardly gripping
the slippery rocks
I take a leap, and
nearly fall
I regain my balance
and I take short steps
I listen to the wind brush
the leaves against each other
with the melodic background
of rushing water
I barely recall the beginning
and I have no worry of the end
I take in the adventure
and enjoy the moment
chris,
poetry,
heal