Back To Your Beginning Poem by Kim Goset Johnson

go walk in the early spring
when the ground
is still muddied
by the melting of the last snowfall.
when the weather is just right
the sun is turning and you can
begin to feel its warmth
on your skin as you walk
into the woods.

hearing the birds singing as you approach,
and then they stop as you pass through.
the sound of your footsteps the only noise.
and then the birds,
beginning again, their song
as you disappear from view.

oh, smell the earth!
moist, dark and fertile.
this is where life begins,
where you began.
suddenly you feel it.
you feel the absolute
importance of this moment.

it is being revealed to you.
your heart pounds,
you fall to your knees.
you are in the arms of your mother,
your mother earth.
the forest embraces you,
they all, your nurturers.
the past does not matter now.
you have come back to your beginning.