We set out early, first traveling across a nameless river.
We hiked up this mountain over a twisting dirt road.
It was good to be together, moving with one mind.
Where the road ended, we gradually entered an ancient
Redwood forest, dense with prehistoric evergreen ferns.
Besides our footsteps, there was very little sound at all.
It was still dark, but the first weak light of dawn began
to seep through the grove of enormous trees, just as
it had done for century after century before.
It doesn’t matter to them how many human beings
have come and gone on this good earth. Time is
not their idea, they focus mainly on the light.
They have their own serene way of speaking among
themselves, just as there is a certain frequency or
language exchanged between planets and stars.
It’s been noted that, after forest fires, the animals
like to return and feed in the burnt-out places.
Nature has its own vital, mysterious way.
You paused just ahead of me, turned around, smiled.
I burned every bridge I had to my past. I have no regrets.
Now I am shivering slightly in the early morning chill.
I open my mouth, but it is finally better not to speak.
What passes here between us is too big for any words.
With these giants now as witnesses, I am smiling back.