In the forest one is invited for rest
no one asking for answers pitching proposals or beating bids
a sacred space
a shelter in the arms of wise governesses

it’s soft at the base
these Grand Dames of great wisdom
silently imparting such soothing insights

such soft steps beneath solvent wisdom
gnomes appear and disappear
dancing in and out of shadows
imparting their transient algorithms

as answers bubble from dried wells
birthing ripe inclusive ideas
WE ALL WIN

these California wonders
remind us . . . for-give-ness heals

MAY WE LISTEN