Yosemite

Yosemite

By Raquel Morris

The mountains have been calling

to my spirit,

to relieve my soul

of the daily stressors

of being mother 

and social worker

and boss

and healer.

A lot of heavy hats

for one woman to hold.  

As we drove towards

the snow covered mountains.

I could feel the moment

being cemented in our minds

held with love

for all of time.

It all felt so timeless

like it had always been

a dream,

a memory,

simultaneously.

A magical place

bow before her majesty,

the Mountains. 

Surrounded by shimmering snow,

golden rivers that flow,

her emerald green forests, 

where towering giants grow.

It holds the wisdom of the earth.

As we walked the forest paths

I thought of the stories

of all the people

who have walked

on that exact ground 

in the past.

Who has touched

this sacred Earth?