She and I - A poem. Running in the hills of Jamul

She and I

by Molly Winjum

I missed her soft earth,
She was welcoming and familiar,
My mind still lost in the chatter of life,
She eased me in with a her gentle hills,

My body resisting the sensation in my legs,
She whispered for me to keep going,
A sweet song rushing in,
Her birds and breeze serenading me with each step,

The chaos began to fade and I was present,
Her twisting path needing me,
Every rocky step escorting me upward,
The beauty of her, quieting the noise in my head,

The wet grey air camouflaged,
As she eased my senses by the smell of fresh rain,
A cleansing of the earth that brought clarity and ease,
We shared this moment,

The clouds heavy and dull,
Yet, the brilliant glow of her red clay lit my way,
Wondering if she collects the sun’s rays
She found my soul entranced in her light,

Running her ridge, the little hidden neighborhood below gave view,
Its green vegetation softening the square pink roof tiles,
Life entered the homes lights began to twinkle,
Its time of day when a few sprinkled lights begin to shine,

My mind dancing back in creativity,
She smiled back heartening me to fly,
With the grace of a deer, I took bounding leaps down her side,
Her slope steep and comforting with each step,

My spirit soared as I raced the last of her trail,
She and I were one.

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