Communion I Poem by Steven B Taylor

Nature


Communion: Part I

Opus 2

Mackerel sky, fish-boned and portentous,
Signaling changes in earth and sky.
Wooded silence, serene, and quiet.
Roots and rocks making need for the eye.

We walked together, in silence, separate.
Communing in friendship, and singular mien.
The forest whispering, keeping us moving,
Over valleys and hillocks, we followed the lane.

On ageless granite, we considered our brevity.
Climbed over the fallen tree limbs of now.
In concert we pondered our own longevity,
Together, the unspoken message was how?

Our respite came in sharing a meal,
Beside the cool waters of a pond.
And saying how much of history is real,
We managed to look at ages beyond.

The laughter, the closeness of nature, a bond.
Watching waters lap, expecting geese to talk.
The Memories of an experience, fond.
Three miles that day, much more than a walk.

Steven B. Taylor
May 04,1997