postcard from new hampshire
liz lamoreux
{front}
a laying on the ground looking up at the patriarchs of this forest as they reach their green, feathered limbs toward the four corners of this earth.
{back}
i stand tall (tall) and walk through the trees; gratitude whispers with each step. i feel the inhale move the space around my heart until i find the calm again. i pause and realize, with each moment, i breathe in their laughter. (i breathe it in.) with each inhalation, the space around my heart fills. then, with my mind quiet, i notice as each exhale slips through to slough off the past. i pause to watch it drip and puddle before it soaks into the ground.
(yes.)
inhale. exhale.
this is how i find my way.