Forest Bathing

Forest Bathing

There was that morning we took a walk

Along that wooded path around the lake

To escape the rising noise of the day,

The chatter of news that seemed to drown us.

Sun filtered through the just-leafing trees,

Warming us and heating the still damp ground.

Dormant leaves, as if having their own mind,

Began to rise in a swirling ballet

Opposite of their long spiral from branch

To earth, where we expected them to stay,

Resting in decay. We were struck silent.

This defiant dance filled our heads with thoughts

Of magic, of incomprehensible

Forces bent on overthrowing nature’s

Constitution, supplanting what should be

With a new unthinkable order, but

Even leaves rising on a windless path,

An event that seems to topple reason

Has explanation, if only we trust fact.

  • J. Kleponis, Wilderness House Literary Review 16/3, Fall 2021