Each day it waits, patiently

I know it’s there

And even that

Fills me with anticipation.

It is a place where freedom lies

And comfort, perhaps

And awe…

Awe?

Aren’t the Rocky Mountains “awe”?

Maybe Precipice Trail,

Red River Gorge,

Angel’s Landing,

The Highland Trail…

But the Pumpkinvine?

Let me explain.

It is awe,

Brought down to earth;

A miracle that forms

This wondrous NOW.

It does not shout,

It whispers:

Rider, awake!

Walker, awake!

There is a place

For majestic mountain peaks,

For the overload of senses

That completely humbles.

Yet here this is:

Of forest and field,

Of understated beauty,

Of awe laid low.

Our back yard

Where we live,

Yet animated by the same

Dizzying atoms

That form Yosemite’s vistas.

It does not shout.

It whispers:

Come, walk my path.

Awake!

by Matthew Lind © 2018