some folks walk through woods
or along a stream
or inside a hedgerow
(my favorite)
to find wonder in
the welcome arms
of nature
and silence on her bosom
something about
having a poem
take you there
is like having a guide
that points out
what you might miss
movements of secret creatures
their shifting needs
wants desires
unseen to the casual eye
like those feelings
hidden inside you
anxious to be noticed
desperate to step into the light