With yellow leaf of Aspen
carpeting my path,
I pull my body up and up
the cliff-side trail to
hear my heartbeat singing
in my ears, with effort.
Here, abruptly I am
stopped,
instructed by the rising sun and
setting moon
to join, as best I can, their promenade.
For this surprise
audition, I will tune
into the restless rhythm
nature’s cadence.
With the river Rogue below my orchestra,
I set my feet to flight.
The ballet turns I give
in front of this full house of
ferns and nettles thrill me.
And the wind’s applause belongs
inside my ears with my own heartbeat’s songs.