Saturday, April 5, 2014

Within the cloud


I walk within as the cloud
descends, cocooning me even
as it strips me naked, bare,
permeating my mind, my heart,
my soul. Only then does the voice
speak. I ask no questions.
The voice continues until
it is finished,
the stream ceasing
until the next time. The cloud lifts.
I walk away, refreshed
and exhausted.


Photograph by Lisa Runnels via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

2 comments:

Maureen said...

A wilderness journey.... lovely.

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

Both refreshed and exhausted . . . love the juxtaposition of these opposites!
Blessings, Glynn!