California Hot Springs

Above
Crisp winter air holds us together
The season shows trees as nettles
Moss cushions footsteps

Inside
Fire built and burnt
Silent chores whisper
On stocking feet

Within
I am Chaos
Unfocused as the smoke
On a firm breeze

On high
Prayer and petition
For release from my thoughts
To be still

Below
I calm and settle
No longer using
The past as a yardstick

Outside
Moments come, moments go
Perhaps I can find a little outside
Inside.