For A Moment In Life... Poem by Rebecca Navarre

As I sat on the hill and waited for the darkend trail through
the woods to once again become a moon lit path. I pondered on
the stars and the thoughts of my Fathers words, of feeling safer
in the woods at night with the critters, than in the city around
people. The critters are more afraid of us, than we need be them.
As the clouds passed and the moon began to slowly reveal it's self.
You can't stand still..The words echoed through my head. When the
sorrow over whelms you an you feel like you can't go on. You can't
just stand still, Dad said. Standing at the top of the now, fully
lit path. I ran down through the woods as fast as I could, wishing
I would never stop. Slowing as I reached the clearing to the fields,
then beganing to pick up speed again, through the fields, over the
hills, cross the creek. To the large hill over looking the pond.
Where I collapsed, laying there gasping for breath. As my heart
slammed into my chest, half from the run, half from the thoughts
that raced through my head. Laying back, I looked around desperately
trying to absorb my surroundings, and black out my thoughts. I let
out a scream, that sent the birds reeling in a flock of fear and
annoyance. That came echoing back to me across the pond and field
in an almost unrecognizable voice. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply,
imagining I was inhaling the earth, the stars, the sky, and then lay
there feeling ashamed. And began concentrating on the soft cry of a
night bird near by. Who in it's braveness returned to see what kind
of creature was making such a commotion in his or her woods. Clouds
passed again over the moon, leaving me in the complete darkness
that surrounded me. As well as a moment of silence too. As the night
bird became still. But, only for a brief moment before crying and
shrilling out loudly into the black of the night. I listened
thinking perhaps it's mate will answer back. But, there was no
response. I tried to make some shrill sound and cry, and the bird
flew away in quick, what I assumed was definite annoyance, this
time.I loved when the moon light lit my surroundings and luminosity
reflected off the pond with a florescent glow. And the slightest
breeze would make the shadows of the trees dance around me. But,
since the moon was now still covered I did not mind the darkness,
thrived on the smell of the earth, and was lost in the melody of
the sounds that surrounded me.
Mom said, You can't run forever, this is true too. I watched as my
sisters and brothers tried. But, here amongst the woods, I could
breath, and here I had a feeling of oneness with nature. I laid and
watched the clouds pass over the moon many times. Here then gone,
here then gone, but always to return. Unlike life. But to never
experience life, never experience the moonlight. The heart surly
would die. I lay there till the rising of the sun, and the crickets
no longer had any thing to say. For the morning birds began to
wake..