Peaking Thru The Trees - Prose

Peaking Through The Trees

I walk through the forest

Alone

Filtered sunlight is ok for me

Most of the time

But when the mist coagulates into raindrops

That drip onto my skin

And soak through my clothes

And my moccasins

Are wet through

So that my feet seem

Permanently pruned

I start craving the Sun.

So I find a tall peak

That brings me above the forest

So that there is nothing between me

And the blue sky.

The sun always asks,

“Where have you been, grandson?”

And I tell him of my forested life.

After our conversation

But before I go,

I stand on a granite cliff overlooking my dear

(Albeit wet)

Trees

And shout at the top of my lungs

(Sometimes with the tiniest hint of desperation)

I LOVE YOU

Just to see

If there is an answering echo.

So far

I have not heard one.

When one doesn’t come back

I smile at the sky

I blow a kiss to Grandfather

And descend slowly back into my

Beautiful

(Albeit wet)

Trees…

--Eric Marley

May 2011