Song of Stellar's Jay

 
      in a forest of Redwoods
    the birds are all laughing
  and a mango sunset falls
over the mountainside

I breath it all in:
 
the long grass creates
 a soft bed to bare feet
    the calm summer sky
      a few clouds drifting
    and butterflies floating
  in slow-motion migration
I wish to align my vibrations
 
I follow deep trails weaving
  through thickets of woodland
    opening gradually akin to
      the spreading of hands
    from the shaded cool
  dampness to alarming
oppressive bright heat
 
I reject defeat and
  it is here that I see
    purple blossoms lining
      perilous paths winding
    now finally I’ve arrived
  at a steep little incline
washed out by the rain
 
I no longer feel any pain
 
I exhale the song of Stellar’s Jay