“Travel is about the gorgeous feeling 
of teetering in the unknown.” – Anthony Bourdain

One, listen for the sound of water moving freely
it finds a way forward without argument
over moss, between stones.

Two, follow the rain slicked planks
built to cross this earthy beauty
in curved rather than straight lines.

Three, notice how many shades of green exist
chartreuse, emerald cucumber, pine. 
Look again, then again.
Name some of your own making
watermoss.

Four, feel mist envelope 
as raindrops greet
you are water too.

Five, sing forth your internal compass
join the hum of molecules
one song is enough.

© Ali Grimshaw 2023

Written in Response to "Five Directions to My House" by Juan Felipe Herrera. Hear him read his poem HERE. This prompt came from dVerse Poets' Pub. Come join a friendly, welcoming community of poets.

Photograph taken at Plitvice Lakes National Park in Croatia.