An altar made of things I saw…

An altar made of things I saw today — May in the Sandias: 

A single lick of snow atop Baldy, its foothills obscured by a swath of wildfire smoke—settled in the valley. 

An aspen grove—idyllic and green, dappled sunlight, the way those leaves dance upon a gentle wind: wouldn’t that be the most blissful place to spend the day? The creatures agree. What a day to be a bear in the woods. 

Sprays of wildflowers amidst the most perfect, corporeal rock wall: reposed, resplendent, alight with bees, an obvious home for stone fairies.

The deer that have preceded me on the trail. Twin toes gently pressed into the dry brown path, one foot after the other. 

And so I follow.