Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Before the Storm

There is a quiet I remember
from early child hood.

Alone in the horse pasture.

Dark mountains loomed
at the edge of the sky,
sentinels of time
watching over me.

Sun baked the dirt to fine dust
warmed my skin to soft brown
tinged my dark hair golden.

Cottonwoods murmured
leaves clinking
like shell chimes,
the sharp cry of magpies
accentuated stillness.

The peace of the earth
seeped in through my feet,
my mind stretched out
beyond the limits of sky.

I played
in sync with the world
suspended
without worry or thought
my breath
in easy beat with the day.

In the distance, the rolling of thunder.

Black clouds amassed
at the edge of the plain
too far to stir the dust at my feet
too distant to lift the hair from my brow.

Cocooned in silence
I sat
in the peace
that is greatest
before the storm.

4 comments:

el poquito said...

"Cottonwoods murmured
leaves clinking
like shell chimes,"

ahhhh, you take me there...

thanks for the mini-vacation ~
keep that peace

happy to make said...

It really gives me the feeling of going back to childhood, to this sensation of being complete and one with nature. Beautiful...

lakshmi said...

Hello Ed! I'm glad you stopped by to visit. We're waiting for my grandfather to pass away, and it was this peace that came to mind--this connectivity and awareness, this stillness of mind. I'm glad you enjoyed the journey back there with me. He was integral to my life back then, but then so was the open sky and the chiming cottonwoods. When all else fades, nature remains. Much love to you. I hope you're doing well. <3

lakshmi said...

Hello Yola!

I was going for the feeling of being transported back to that experience. I'm so pleased it came across! Thanks for reading. Whenever I think of you, I feel inspired to create! Even if only through words. :) Much love!