Immersed. In creation. Always.

I enter the world. Daily. To express myself. In words. In thought. Often. I’m a loner. A hermit, of sorts.  But really. That’s not true. When I step out. And declare. I’m alive. And conscious. Able to trek to the top of a mountain. Or amble along the seashore.  Or get lost in a primeval forest. Immersed. In creation.  Always. –Jim Broede