A NATURAL FOOTNOTE

Walk with sunbeams as you walk the wild

The air, rare, in your watch of earth

Moulded by the hands of one rarer still

who fashioned the ridge on top of the hill

The sand that falls non stop with cadence

with a turn of an hourglass over a century

spinning incessant with circadian rhythm

measuring time with natural sculptures

and paintbrushes on a gigantic canvas

that splash the sky with a riot of colour

Exploding wonder that catches the breath

and stills the beating heart for a second

breath escaping like a burglar at night

for not wanting to disturb the masterpiece

Walk on through the museum of natural history

with no guide but your own indomitable spirit

marking your voyage with deliberate footsteps

clothed in layers of human creation

Adventure stalks like a clause, a hidden condition

woven into the very fabric of choice, always invisible

but present in every tingle of excitement you feel

Every breath that clouds like mist and disappears

is carried in random directions by wood fairies

Thrill manifests with each spreading goosebump

eagerly embracing the secret wonders of foundation

Eyelids stunned into paralysis forced open

by each spreading vista that unfolds, 

reveals more truth about yourself, your grit and determination

And as you walk amidst the pervading calm

notes are written to nobody in the quiet of night

on folds and creases of an origami paper plane

set on a flight path aimless, adrift and rudderless

on strings that echo with natural harmony

as they are plucked in the silent studio

on pages inked with a flowing pen

made from crushed leaves and broken wood

Footnotes of imaginative inventiveness

Companions to each sinew that aches at sunset

Stories that need telling if only to remember

the time spent in wandering and wondering about

lyrical conjecture drawn from juxtaposed ideas

dreamed by one, experienced by another