The Loveliest Place In The World Poem by Stan Petrovich

The jays jump, plump in blue
Plumage among the fallen pine cones
In this tilted land of ponderosa pines.
Spaced apart are the wise old junipers,
Drifting sleepily in their heady odors.
You are quite tired from hiking all day
And lean against a solitary rock
Where the blue-white light shines
In cool dense breezes.

At twilight the forest is stock-still.
You might see a tireless black ant,
So leave it alone;
Leave everything alone.
Even yourself
That you may soak in the forgotten
Songs of the moon and milky way.
All musically tuned to the arrowhead
You found on the high blue trail.
And hold it tightly in your hand,
Sacred as it is.