Walking barefoot through the forest
Feeling earth beneath my feet
Sensing the softness of the mosses
the cold water from the creek
The rough serrated edges of the banksias dropped leaves
Form a variegated carpet with gum nuts, twigs, wind-scattered seeds.
Charcoal blackens out my footsteps
marking rock and moving soil
ants are following vibrations
Lizards runaway, recoil.
Birds watch on anticipating
A tasty meal worm or some grubs
That my clumsy human footprint
help unearth with every thud.
And in an instant I am it and it is me and we are one
walking barefoot in the forest
like we did when time began.