Gathering the Gathering

          (Solstice 2003)

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
remember myself
through the year between gatherings,
through all my lifetimes
to come

Rush of water,
           rush of wind
and all these children,
bigger every year