I Can Only Wonder

Clouds float across the midnight sky as I lie here tucked up

in my cozy sleeping bag...full moon appears to whisper her

secrets of nature's silent dialogue; she speaks in unfamiliar

measure not understood, I can only guess at her message.

I remember running bear foot through wet grass; it was after

a heavy thunderstorm on a hot muggy day – the kind where

you feel electricity of that downpour flowing through every

open pore of the body; awakening this captive; restless soul,

then! If I listened carefully I could hear soft murmurs in the

essence of warm breezes, embracing unfamiliar resonance;

or; North Winds howling in Winter – seemed to me like

discontent at being woken from dormant slumbers, as I on the

edge of sleep can only wonder at that glorious...lunar beauty.