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.