Have you ever seen the color of the evening bird’s song?
It smells like joy.
It’s one of the things they rarely print in the park brochure.
It’s probably different for everybody
But for me it’s a spring breeze
floating an orange and turquoise shell
out of an ancient canyon
It’s a red and yellow whistle
petalling through me like bubbles splitting
and swallowing themselves
out on the limbs of twilight tree.
That’s the smell of joy.
The brochures don’t say that.
They do mention to stay on the trails
but they don’t mention that
when you walk the fallen log
stretching from shore to shore
of the red forest
strange things happen
with the birds
and the scents
and the hearts of the forest
They don’t say that when you see
the 7:30am rays interplay with the morning dew
hugging the gentle green arms of the old oak
you will have to change your life.
Sometimes the truth gets told
and they say “Enjoy the Park”
So you do.
And the creek jumps up to kiss your face
and the smell of joy
floods your cells
and you know you will never leave.