Even today,
she finds herself
beneath the pillared pines
gathering pinecones,
savoring the lake breeze
looking out from the hill.
So far,
it’s just this…
her small view
amidst a big world.
Who is she and
what will she become?
And now, this is
part of her gathering-
one precious pinecone
in her eyes
stored forever, tucked away
in her little bag
of a special place
brought into the present
where the lake becomes ink
and her joy
is expressed
through the movement of this pen.
