It took me by surprise the familiar foliage on my left. Not belonging in my previous imaginings of this place at all. I walked, where I had never walked before, Following in your footsteps.
I knew where I was headed. With leaden feet, a dizzy head and a dulled quickening heart, I picked my steps. Brokering the tangled knotted wood underfoot. My tempo and my gait as uneasy as my mind.
Just before the bend which was sharp, the foxglove and the fern popped brightly into view. Their familiarity catching me offguard, Evoking thoughts of home. Thoughts caught in my throat Catching my breath. Breaking the watery rhythm of my gaze.
I had been furiously surveying the landscape. Trying to memorise my surroundings, your last surroundings. Imprinting them forever in my addled brain. Trying desperately to keep a back dated company with you. To be there with you To catch you as you fall.
Their presence and their leafy clothing added an everyday essence to the taste of the air. The cooling shade of the mountain’s trees Providing relief from the high bright continental sun while reducing my aperture of the scene.
My depth of field plumbed along my soul lines bridging the distance between then and now. Giving focus to my mind and refuge from those many late night calculations. Shrouding my uncertain disbelief, that I could not, still, undo that day.
The foxglove and the fern, ensured that we, were never mere tourists You & I. I could see you at home there, Striding towards the outcrop of gray granite rock. A Guillimene of a rock. You, as at home there, as the lone fir tree. Jutting out, oddly angled, Its roots embedded in its' scant rocky source of life.
All the close up commonplace groundlings mixed with my uncertainty of the everything; The closeness of the sky the metric, orderly ridges of the trees. The barren and the lush playing counterpoint to my erratic breath.
The foxglove and the fern. Did you notice them again? Did they bring you home? Transport you unknowingly South East and West?
The Foxglove and the Fern, I know not if they brought me heedless comfort but they will forever be my mental waymarks, To the path that made me pilgrim.