Belonging

Belonging

I collect quiet, from my walks,on the trail,

Freedom from the churning thoughts, that assail,

From the drizzling drops, yet to fall,

From the resting trees, silent, bare, proud, tall,

From the brown brush, rustling, the bird-call

From the steady rhythm of my own footfall,

From the surging river's steady roar,

From the gentle laps, on the lake's shore

And just for a moment, a single second, heady

I slip the confines,of my body

I am the river, the lake, the chirping squirrel, in the tree,

I am,all I see

And all I see, resides in me.

--shubha