12/05/2025
MYSTERY
I went to the forest in search of mystery
I crossed one river, and then the next,
until I found a barren aspen grove
Quiet, stark naked yet without Spring leaves.
My body knew in an instant what looked like many was one.
I could feel the white/black branches of the grove
Send themselves furiously upwards like bolts of lightning
Traveling the open blue/night sky.
And the wind thundered through the valley around me,
Whirling around the bodies of wild things,
Gathering, and then bursting into pieces
On the pine needles and willow twigs.
And the waters in the river kept churning,
Whirling around invisible shapes
Carrying away the edges of the mountain above
Smoothing and smashing the bed rocks of the Earth.
So I laid down within the land, and let it enter me
Let it breathe and build inside me
Until my eyes no longer betrayed me.
Until my heart released its name.
Until my body became the world.
And waited there.
Till we rose to walk a new path home.
- Justin Michelson