A smoky haze
Altering my vision
Showing, only a glimmer
Of the world as it could be —
As it really is
A family of trees
Gathered ’round the pond
Whispering, whispering
There is so much to see here
I gasp in disbelief
I choke in smoke
I try to turn my head
But only find myself looking for more
More of what?
That which I cannot see
My soul knows
There is so much more here
Than our eyes can see
I seek
Peering further into the smog
The hazy, gray blanket
Smothering my vision
Choking me up
Knowing
Knowing
Knowing
There is so much more to see,
to feel, to hear
to fill our senses
The ancestors are crying
I see them, above and below
Creating a pond of grief
Their tears flow
Creating new life
Above and below
And as I seek the truth from my soul
New life greets me
With pretty green vines
Beckoning me, from the sidelines
Looking beyond
To a future smudged with past regret
I fail to see
The future in front of me
Delicate leaves
Whispering in the breeze
Look at me
Look at me
I am — here for you to see
Look at me
I feel the resistance
Build inside
I try to run inside and hide
But she whispers
Loud and clear
What you want
Is already here
Billie Shults
09-14-2020
Photo Credit: Jeri Gilstrap
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