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Wendy Jensen

They are still here.

An unspoken presence

first fully realized

within the air

and ground

of the forest.

Inseparable from sunbeams

streaming down

and rich earth smells

wafting up.

Only a feeling

no sound

beyond whispering branches

and murmuring creek water.

The towering ancient corrugated trunks

rooted deeply into the soft dark soil

even larger

than my eyes

could take in.

I touched

my hands a tiny flicker

against thousand year-old beings

who disappeared

into the air


A mouse tapping

the foot

of a mountain.

Their greeting arose in me

realized in retrospect.

A welcome