Underway

Under way

Muddy steps on hidden footpaths

through forests upon forests full of tall trees,

climbing the heights of dreams to no relief,

 striding along instead to blend with the scenery;

treading, pacing, being–

there.

No blazing trails, 

only petrichor.

The dew dripped and dried

leaving behind damp and doused,

dipped and drenched, 

Da-sein.

Stumbling on a clearing

feels like a missteppe

followed by a quiet trot coming to a stop.

Shifting weight 

from body to embodied immersion

in a river–the body of water 

always underway.

Oh how we think we think thoughts most provoking!,

marching onwards with a steady gait.

But only when memory unlocks its gate

to what's most important–

letting nature speak,

through worlds beyond and beneath–

concealed, covered in bloodied soil

of those fallen leaves,

drifting wind

bustling along, 

hovering over ground,

mixing with dust's short ascent–

lingering, dwelling, dancing

being