"..HAVING NEW EYES..."

here, it appeared
the house paused
upon the mountain top

as if to gaze
upon a sunset
and then: move on again

startled to be caught
on the move
or emerging out of mist

as if revealing
the secret that
houses walked

we always laughed
called it
"the ghost that walks"

or the trees
running down the mountain side
to greet us

warmly welcoming us
with outstretched branches
speaking with the wind's voice

a tiny flower curved around
the toe of my boot
a gentle reminder to look...really look

a bell melted into the air
becoming the silence
it had broken