Mindful

I am an iced brook, winding past the

Lonely travelers through isolated hills

I am an eagle, soaring in the fresh air,

Watching the world pass along underneath

Halfway to sixteen, I am a woman and child

All at once, seen as foolish and naive

The color of the sand, and earthly tan

I quickly spend my time

I am the Pennsylvania forest, fresh;

Full of hidden secrets

Like ice, seen as cold and bitter, unreached for,

But only to the naked eye

I am loneliness, secluded in my never ending mind,

Though I am surrounded by beautiful people