placid arc

the gravel full of fossils i learned to walk
was my home and is my home once
mind crawls back to the splash that changed the world,
pushing reasons to meander
and collect on one's knees,
prospecting a quite golden sun velvet wrapped by
silver night and noetic palladium trees
things that appeared to be of interest, as a child,
such as the sky
from up there in the sycamore
from which she taught me to scout
horizon's placid arc

October 12, 2017

mt tabor