Not as Alone as I Think

low section of man standing in forest

is a moose getting up late, I wonder

on my walk along a river’s edge, without another

human soul in sight, acutely aware

my shoes are not made

for running—relieved to find a bird, perhaps

as large as a grouse, rustling

in an abundance of leaves can make

a lot of fuss

this poem about the many ways we need peace to appear, appears in my book called QUIET WATERS

Published by Dayna E. Mazzuca

Contemplative Christian Poet, Author & Speaker

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