I am not happy

and I am not sad.

On the road I am watching

and seeing.

Things come and they go

and while they are here

they tremble

like heat haze on the highway.

The young green leaves

I once called beautiful

are changing.

The canyon river seems

to wash away my memories.

I once avoided the desert

and now I am here.

Upon reaching the snowline

on the ridge,

the clouds they told me

to turn around.

So I am moving,

discovering each moment

with no wonder of what will come.

No thing is more important

than any other.

This is Peace.