Thursday, August 23, 2012

Wild Welcomings

See the pond there?

It runs through me into a deep pool
and there within its reflection
I see many wild welcomings.

The sky and even singing birds
corner the curl of moss.

I am there see my hair?

A mermaid of fresh water,
she lifts her contemplation up
and knows each thread
in the fabric of art she watches
is turning with her toes
as slowly a dance she knows becomes
the quiet melt of songs already sung,
just beginning and will be begun.

Blow a kiss into this other place
then hold my wild in your embrace,
funnel the current between the rocks
a riffle is made from this love unlocked.

I’ll catch it in the ripple,
take it through the canyon
and across the city
to the sea with me.

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