day 1
7:30 am
on pier

nothing, a fish
the sun shines on my face
as the day awakens
the motion of the water,
a cool breeze,
and duck calls overhead
this is my morning prayer
I don't need people now
my soul screams to be alone
the bell tolls
but not for me

later

I hear the birds
I see the sun
my senses awaken
after a long sleep

the walk

the sun, the breeze, the sounds
awaken me
the fresh smell of a pecan still green
in its shell
the beauty of an acorn adorned
with its cap
stillness, quiet
how dear you are to me
like an unquenchable thirst
and I can't get enough 

day 2
the hidden place

again the bell tolls
but I cannot go
the stillness surrounds me
the quiet holds me fast
this is where I belong
at this time
in this place

are there beasties here?

off the beaten path
hidden dells and hidden treasures
pecans low for the picking
others bursting from their shells
on the forest floor
some forest, my dell - but its mine now
I've claimed it by my presence
and it welcomes me