Here I sit in stillness.
A rising sun warming
the remains of a cold winter night.
The gurgling of a stream
silencing, thank God,
the highway just beyond the trees.
Water of life,
cool and clear,
traveling its wild path
past mossy stones and gnarled roots.
Who am I to know this Eden?
We should have cast out long ago,
our path blocked by swords of fire.
Yet we are still here
beneath oceans of breathable sky.
Standing on a thin layer of dirt