#23

Preparation

I'm leaving on my fast soon.
Walking through the woods
barefoot today, I think of
"lamenting for a vision"
and I am "lamenting for a vision"
and wondering, just wondering.

The acorns are here. I love to
pick them up and roll them
between my fingers
to shine them.

I am laughing,
standing beneath the Oak's
giant silver branches,
as I ask,  "Darling acorn,
have you ever lamented
for a vision?"
Laughter.

So I am here.
Holding the acorn
beneath the oak tree.

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If only
if only
if only
you could let go
like that.

Down the trail
is acorn's reply-
Walk across the bridge
of your life
into the unknown
and become
an oak.


-Llora H. Kressmann