Gathering the Gathering
I sit here gathering . . .
gathering the sound of rocks in the creek,
voices along the trail . . .
gathering the greyblue sheen of campfire smoke
in a shaft of sun, the ripple
of a breeze among the leaves . . .
gathering the fruit and oatmeal
flavors of breakfast,
the rough bark of a fallen branch,
all the wild smells of the forest . . .
gathering the memories that will help me
through the year between gatherings,
through all my lifetimes
Rush of water,
rush of wind
and all these children,
bigger every year