another directive.

I'm taking a trek into these woods. Leave the purple lupined meadow behind 

and follow if you wish (though I wish you would). Even so, I'll likely sprint 

ahead, might climb that old oak tree, only turning round to smoothsweep my 

footprints from the plush & mushroomed earth. 

(It's game & consternation. It's adventure & provocation.) 

Sharp eyes will find my trail, others may find themselves a little lost, but look! 

There's a sleeping owl to pray to, some crocus to admire, a hive with mellow 

honey, this wolf & sparrow choir.

(Orientation is perception and seeks somesmall witness.) 

And I guess, if you're keen, you'll discover me 

bone-deep in the summer brook, chanting:

Here are your waters and your watering place.

Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.

#ampersand & ampersand.