On the path
Marsh grasses, sleeping turtles hidden
Water flowing through and underneath the boards that make this bridge
Bird talk echoing among a stand of trees ahead
And the invisible made visible
In the creaking sway of tall thin trunks,
I am fortunate in my silence to watch a yellow throated warbler return to its’ nest
In an eroded hollow of a nearby tree
On this path, in this moment
Not knowing, just moving feet forward
