A poem

I wondered

Into your verdent sanctury today
an unknown yet familiar dwelling

invited me to stay

to sit at the feet of great arboreal giants
invoking protection from the day's
unabating sun

and sat
saddened by the realization of passing fun

A camlming presence (then) permeated me
as if I
and this celestial other
had always existed in mutuality

In your terrene form we greet
feet
first

In thoughts felt
and heard
before words

And so we hold
time
and fold its triangular forms,

resting before storms in dry pockets of warmth