we walk mindlessly

we walk mindlessly, upon a softened, awakened earth
just musing about where we must arrive, how it will be
while the strides we take to get to the mountain top
by a supposed hour of the day--get lost inside the crocus

we no longer know how lenient the earth is below:
our heel, toe, forward going, side-stepping, fretting;
how true intimacy can be anchored like boats
upon a placid understanding harbor

to feel the pleasant weight of salt spray
on our face, the north easterlies patting backs
with a congruous courting--the sun intervening
to remind us: it is only this forever being

present to the genuine mint flavored moment,
eyes utterly open to the change of direction,
the wind--in its nascent knowing nothing reasonable
that makes perfect sense while embracing spring

~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15