We went into the woods today
A com­pa­ny of friends
With Don and with Dyanna
Our souls we wished to mend

We bow in first to recognize
The spir­it of our blessing
Then silent­ly we spread apart
To see what we’ve been missing

Mind­ful walk­ing is our task
To open up our eyes
We pause and breathe and listen
Our hearts release a sigh

From tiny flow­ers to Icarus
Antler marks on aspen bark
Small mush­room on a cow pie
We will make it home by dark

Now bow­ing out we say so long
Thanks for all the sen­so­ry blessings
Every­one now stands transformed
At least that’s what I’m guessing.

LZ

This poem is ded­i­cat­ed to the orga­niz­ers and par­tic­i­pants of the 2015 Media Mak­ers Retreat at Val­lecitos Ranch.