Meeting Mother Earth On the Camino de Santiago de Compostela
~ Elin Babcock
The heavy thud
and screeching metal-on-metal
woke me up.
The night train had stopped.
Backpack, check.
Map, check
Water, check.
I looked for the first yellow arrow
towards Santiago so far away.
Among the silent steps,
the smell of spring,
the grazing cows, sheep,
the pecking, clucking chickens
and local dogs, She was reciprocal.
I felt Her encouragement,
through my tired boots, to go on.
I felt it in Her offer to rest
sitting on a moss cushioned rock
by the wandering river
my feet in the water.
Serene
Contemplating, conversing
appreciating Her work
listening to Her chorus of birds.
Towards the end
we were disconnected.
I entered
the cement and car honking outskirts
of the huge city
of Santiago de Compostella
I could no longer hear
Her wisdom.
© Elin Babcock. All rights reserved.
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