On the way to Mendenhall lll

Thicker than water,

Depth from cold breath, and simple neat breadth beneath feet, and snowy steps, a frozen creek.

Crunch, scrunch,

Loud, white, words, when you are alone the world breathes with you, and your soul is airborne,

Trees, stillness, snow, stillness, moving water, stillness, physically these things are pieces of your mind, pieces of a gold mine, pieces of sublime, pieces, pieces, pieces

Pieces of a bigger picture, pieces of the simplest existence fixture, the ultimate tincture, concentrated until, expanded, exploded, up, down, around, lost and... found

re-found, by a creek and white voices that speak beneath feet, deep.