Photo by Johnny Chapin

Like a cluster 

of leaves 

we set out 

with the wind 

on a brook path 

where juncos gathered 

taking flight, 

streaking white 

against dark trees. 

We gave up 

the busy stream 

of the workplace 

for mountain air 

and sunlight, 

left the traffic 

and the noise 

for the soft sound 

of footsteps 

and our breath 

climbing up 

to those views 

we dreamt of 

sitting behind 

a desk. 

We let go 

the language 

of business, 

the office chatter 

for birdsong 

and river music.