With eyes closed wide

I opened this class with a Thoreauvian ramble that was in the form of a rhymed poem in iambic pentameter. In my final site sit I hope to show the influence of our botanical ramble and blind field shuttle, and to respond to Anne’s “push.”

To the left sun

and to all else the push push push of the wind

leaving shadows dancing

sounds fading

true blue sky and deadened brown leaves.

How long in this place? is every day a new breath of life

disturbed by the powdering of leaves into confetti and a sharp cold blade leveling the hibernating

the sleeping

the fighting

the surviving

the living

life of plants.

i  trespass in my presence

hearing breathing tasting seeing

stationary but ready to move.

reflection of life as now but future too

Ending only to begin again anew.