it matters not that our feet have walked this path before
it matters not that we have lingered under this canopy
we walk again, noticing, paying attention, in wonder.
it matters not that we have kicked the same pebbles in play
it matters not that the dirt sneaking into our socks is the same
we walk again, noticing, paying attention, in wonder.
it matters not that we recognize each bend, each curve
it matters not that we have watched the mayapple come and go
we walk again, noticing, paying attention, in wonder.
it matters not that we hear the same birdcalls, the same ribbiting frogs
it matters not that the train-through-the-trees is an amtrack we have seen
we walk again, noticing, paying attention, in wonder.
it matters not that the underbrush growth is measured by our return trips
it matters not that the wild daisies wave to us, friends
we walk again, noticing, paying attention, in wonder.
it matters not that the riverbed rises and falls as regularly as our breath
it matters not that the turtles show up where we expect them to be
we walk again, noticing, paying attention, in wonder.
it matters not that the sun dapples and hides where we know it will
it matters not that we can anticipate the sky – unrestricted
we walk again, noticing, paying attention, in wonder.
it matters not that playful chirping chipmunks are not exotic
it matters not that squirrels chastening us are not rarities
we walk again, noticing, paying attention, in wonder.
it matters not that this trail is not unusual, is not unknown
it matters not that we could likely close our eyes to hike it
we walk again, noticing, paying attention, in wonder.
because
life, we have learned, is
wondrous in its simplicities, in its familiarity, in its details.
life, we have learned, is
something to pay attention to – close attention – so as not to miss it.
life, we have learned, is
the more you notice, the more you notice.
life, we have learned, is
a walk, again and again.
*****
happy 101 birthday to my sweet momma. i will forever miss you.