standing grey
heron stone tall
can you carve the
shape of me?
can you carry the
weight of me?
slate skies over
of the under below
mouth to mouth
sends us to hum
mouth to mouth
cages winter sun
i fever weary
slaked in slick
slaked in foam
beyond threes of three
tide cold carry me
tide cold carry me home
I love that opening stanza. What almost surreal questions to ask. The way this winter and spring went, I surely could have been carried away by those slate skies.
Thank you Bob. Very much.
But you do the same, you challenge perception. And I really really can appreciate that.
Thanks!! That’s very much appreciated.
Absolutely beautiful, Micheal.
Thank you 💙
Got me thinking here, essentially about how close we are to Nature and yet how far away we remain.
Looking for signs?
I am always open to them. I think I may have found some answers, now I just need to figure out the questions.
🙂
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