Clagstone

A short poem I wrote today during a hike in the Clagstone Meadows Conservation Area north of Coeur d'Alene.

Past freeways.
Past country roads.
Past single wide trailers.

Men chopping wood.
Spring will be here soon.
Snow remains.
Sticks poke through, dotting the trail.
A patchwork of white and brown.

Dirt road.
Lost now.
Somehow found.

I know where I am.
Within myself.
At peace.
No sound but the rush of the wind in the treetops.
No sound but the breath of God.