
This girl
sits on the cliff
lets the boat
rot, become the ground she stands upon
and the flowers bloom
in honor of discovery
of self and man.
Let me be
forever wayward
and able to find my way back home.
leave no stone unturned
This girl
sits on the cliff
lets the boat
rot, become the ground she stands upon
and the flowers bloom
in honor of discovery
of self and man.
Let me be
forever wayward
and able to find my way back home.
to be wrapped in tree
canopy of loving arms
leaping waterfalls
not easily mapped
Spring wildflowers search for light
rocks bridge ancient past
Clifty Falls rushing
towering beneath my feet
stand still spirit breath
learn to love, dance and play
my heart doth beat
the score complete
a gull flying by
and in his pursuit
he finds I suit
his curiosity.
Life-wrenching
Mind-sucking
Dream-crushing
world -full of good intentions
void of convictions
molding me
the potter and the clay,
deeply wounded -resting
the big comfy chair of grace
faith muscles
stretch to forgive
I’m secure -home bound
and traveling towards home.
you, feathered friend
the only way to be
you come and go
leave a note
wander on your way
the joy you leave
a constant companion
hear the melody?
away, down yonder
where the cattails play
and the dogfish stray
and the heart longs to stay.
Picture: Tree Swallow. Handsome aerialists with deep-blue iridescent backs and clean white fronts, Tree Swallows are a familiar sight in summer fields and wetlands across northern North America. They chase after flying insects with acrobatic twists and turns, their steely blue-green feathers flashing in the sunlight. Tree Swallows nest in tree cavities; they also readily take up residence in nest boxes.
changing
looking to cross the finish -Lines
drawn and no looking back
with the sun behind
the sun travels blind -me
just me walking this curving road.