Mustn’t Forget

I mustn’t forget how nature heals. I mustn’t forget how the rushing river slows a heart that races and soothes the pain in my chest. I mustn’t forget how the smooth glide of the heron, and the clack of its ancient beak, stretches space and time, broadening my perspective when fear has made me myopic. The slab of cold blue-green metamorphic rock grounds me. The clouds, drifting in the dull sky, filter the morning light, enhancing the chiaroscuro effect. I am grateful for this place.