Through the canopy of humidity and trees
The sunlight shines and seems to beckon me
From the moss covered wooden bench I lifted my gaze
Unsure how long I’d sat in a heated daze
A hawk crossed the opening as I looked to the sky
A helios portal just wide enough I could see her fly
My eyes burned from my briny forehead drip
As sweat beaded upon my upper lip
My heart beat slow but hard within my chest
As I wondered was it the hawk or me who arrived as a guest
On my journey I grew overwhelmed and had to pause to be seated on the path below
And From her flight path she saw my summer-flushed face aglow
It occurred to me in this moment we had arrived at the same place and the same time
There was a lesson for us both revealed in this rhyme
A profound revelation bubbled up from the spring of my root
The point had emerged from cocoon and was no longer moot
A matter became a lesson birthed from synchronicity
Progress on one’s path requires complicity
Comply with soul lest it leave you be
And follow your knowing like the wise growth of a tree
Rage against the dying of the pure light of innocence
Turn to mother nature with organic penitence.
She will open portals amongst interwoven branches and limbs
Her winged messengers timing aren’t based on whims
The whole of the wild is a natural mirror
And immersed in its bramble we learn to see clearer
The irony of the ironic
Is the best medicine I’ve swallowed
It’s an antivenom kind of tonic
That breaks us free from what we’ve wrongly followed
The lesson wrapped rhyme is as simple as this
No matter your path the surest compass is bliss.
© Cozett Dunn July 10th, 2023
The Catalyst 
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