Clanking courage
Squawking play songs
Chipping and bowing and climbing creatures all know how to sit in stillness –
On a balmy mid-day
In a loud city
I listen to the trees –
Bold palms reflect the phosphorescent yellows of the sun.
Tell me I am more
Tell me I am yours and all of this will settle into a brilliant light
A loving embrace
A perfect form
Our human ways.
Days reform and recast into periods. A string of moments, within which I can feel the plans of the blue jay – I concede the concerns of the mockingbird.
I write free to find you again.
To remember my meditations and keep them ever presently on my lips.
I am here
I am here
I am here
I live on this rock – my feet pressed firmly into the sandy soil.
Tiny flowers sway in a barless refrain.
My patch of heaven. My clanking courage. My faith strengthening enough to send me on my way.
Amen.
From I Used to Write Free, 2022-2024
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I can feel this one.