I sit upon the sandy banks of a slowly flowing creek and gaze off in to the woods

I can feel a strong presence

It is that of the forest

Life is all around me

Even the sand upon which I trod gives of a certain ambiance

An aura

I pick up a grain of sand an stare intently at it


my mind drifts

Down the creek

Down the bayou

Past concrete mountains

Past asphalt plains

Down the mighty Mississippi

Past the delta

And Finally,

Into the abyss of the gulf

And though unnoticed

And though lost

And though forgotten

Never truly gone