Vision

Vision

There is a path
between the trees
in the forest
lying next to a hill at path’s end.
The rise of the sun glimmers
through the branches which meet briefly
in the breeze leaf tip to leaf tip,
forming a tunnel of green fir.
The first squinting light
so bright the edges of the trees distort
into the silhouette of Him.
And he waits,
calling my name.

Marsha Salerno
April 2009