a redwood grove
I feel like a toddler in a room full of adults,
huge adults with their heads too far up for me to see,
above and beyond any world I can hope to understand,
my eyes pull up and up toward the sky,
my head tilts back,
my body and soul open into awe,
as if here the spirit can close the distance toward God,
I am humbled with the power of these giant pillars of trunk,
needled dark and full, great ferns below them,
the redwood grove has a cool darkness to it
that somehow makes me feel more toward the light.
by Henry H. Walker
June 24, ’18
Katherine and Bryan’s house,
Mill Valley, CA
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