Where you put your feet

The Sun and the Earth. I'm trying to be easy. The Water and the Air. I'm walking slowly and feeling good. The spirits of this land and everything growing up from it. I'm here, now, nowhere else. An unseen owl gives me goosebumps. A pair of pileated woodpeckers maneuver through the tree tops calling to each other (one allows me to see him). Tiny white flowers line the edges of dirt road, their sudden beauty makes me laugh. The black flies of May are here. All of us are alive in spite of everything, by the grace of Everything. We should say thank you more often.