Collecting

I have been collecting pieces of wood.  I have been watching the spaces around wood.  I have been walking, walking, walking through spaces of watching the spaces around the wood that I collect.  Sometimes I have not been watching so closely.  Sometimes it has only been a moment of experience.  The touch upon a surface.  Á wafting roughness of a piece of bark.  A sense of light touching my eyelid when I close my eyes when sunlight filters past a meshwork of leaves when they move ever so slightly when the breeze sifts space around me.  I have been collecting myself within it all.