The tree that crossed my path, embraced me in its silence
With its rough exterior piercing my hands, the other side,
soft and smooth
Inviting me to be still in its grace
Your long limb pressed upon my breasts, upon the rhythms of
my heart
The stone that called me to it, sat me down on its silence
With its heavy solid base to carry my weight
Reminding me of my bones while cooling my flesh
You supported my being next to the sunlit wooden bridge
The wind that caressed my cheeks, settled me into its
silence
With the seagulls, hawks, and crows circling in this element
Allowing my existence to bubble up randomly
You entertained the objects of my senses
The creek that walked me to it, submerged me in
its silence
With its sweet liquid flowing down the open crevices
Trickling into my exposed vulnerability and willingness
You captivated me to come and wander in the mud
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