Pioneer's Rest

Pioneer’s Rest

I’m standing here by myself

Not alone, but in solitude,

The air I breathe is fresh and clean

Sparkling as it tingles through my head & in my chest,

My feet, rooted firmly to the earth,

Are still

Not from lack of adventure, for these feet have tirelessly trod

Through dirt & sand, forests & rivers,

My feet, though still,

Like raging waters rest

With the same passion with which they trod

So here I stand in weighted solitude,

Ethereal, granite laden silk infused into my bones,

The ferocious brilliance of a celestial star

Reflected in a pool