a sort of Trinity
Backpacking, at the age of twenty five.
So young, strong, happy, sober.
Secure in myself, and, indeed, it is only me today.
In new territory, I am making for the sound of falls.
The ominous clouds of the morning are in tatters now,
bright rays are spilling through.
I push, push, through dense undergrowth,
slip on a damp rock, skin my shin and knee.
Hah! Small payment for what I am about to find.
When, all at once, the sun’s sparkle dazzles me.
I look left, and it showers a turquoise brook with its light,
dappling mossy tree trunks.
I am out into the sound and the beauty.
A trinity, I think, of the holy.
The scene physical before me
My sacred spirit that beholds and interprets
And the divine artist of both.
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
