Bibbulmun Winter

If you don't know the Bibbulmun Track it is a world class walking trail. Continuously brushing up against nature rewards every mile. I've walked the Kalamunda end extensively and touched on other parts. I would like to walk end to end one day when I can find 6-8 weeks free. This poem is a bit of me finding my way and a bit of the trail showing me.

Bibbulmun Winter

My body is still recovering
So I choose to hike
A gentle section 
Of the track.
The forest is still and quiet
But my mind is seething.
I have been working
To free myself
From the tyranny 
Of my thinking;
From its endless stream of
Shoulds, shouldn'ts 
Opinions and judgements.

Out here on the track
The winter afternoon light
Filtered through cloud and canopy
Shows them
For the jealous, vindictive
Petty kings they are
And one by one they melt
Like mist.
By the time I return
The light and the bush
Have done their work
And the quiet outside
And the quiet inside
Sing together.