A Pure Clear Moment
It wasn’t until I had climbed up
Many seemingly impossible hills
Fallen down into the darkness
Of unknown ravines,
And gotten lost
A thousand million times
That I began to notice
How simple things
Without warning or invitation
Could draw me in
As though to another world
Early morning raindrops
Pure and clear on a salal leaf
The warm scent of the forest
Plunging naked into the salt chuck
Tasting a wild sweet blackberry
Filled out by the sun
Laughing in delight
With a friend
At… nothing really.
Feeling the space
Simply melt away
In a pure clear
Moment.
–Janice Henshaw
Photograph ©Janice Henshaw 2014