She hums...

She hums when all
is aright in her world.
The world where
cool streams roll down to the sea.
Where Salmon berries
are plump for the picking.
Where she does not have to try.

Arms outstretched for balance
as she tentatively steps.
The stream cooling sandled feet,
many Suns dancing in the stream
glittering caresses up her calf,
reflecting light on her face and skin
return to her eyes sparkling…

She has found a rock
upon which to lay her weariness;
smoothed by times endless movement.
Laying there on the alter of river stone
she offers herself to trees and sky.

A furtive fly
catches her eye
and she exchanges her miseries for memories;
reflecting, staring, lost.

The rock has taken her pain,
the sky her dreams;
she is herself again…