The Hidden Path up the Hill
Autumn leaves and broken branches cover this path
and it breaks off at several places
winding around huge rocks
and over little streams
where one must jump over mossy boulders.
At the end of the climb
is a bowl-like depression
with the softest grass---
sheltered by a huge canopy of branches
extending beyond the rock edge.
I have spent many afternoons at this cove
breathing its jasmine air
listening to the pigeons
and the gurgle of the rivulet.
The explorers have heard of this cove,
they are looking for diamonds
they will blast their way up.
They will never find it.