Unlocked.
In a surprising twist,
the sun pressed leaf patterns
onto my skin, so that the trees
would recognize a sister
of inferior design
bringing me into a world
where measurement is a myth,
awakening in me a freedom
of season and element.
So it is with a turn of mind and heart
far from worry and shame
I find a home in a valley of delight.
He has the strength
of a brittle leaf
held up, alone,
to face the sun
while everyone else
is asleep.
You were there,
between the leaves
and along the rays of sun
as they fell to the moss below.
I could hear our chatter in birdsong,
could feel you as the sun touched my face.
We have always been
so now, we are remembering.
I felt it in the water
and saw it on the sunrise,
something shifting
within the same horizon.
.
The unsettling I feel
is like the excitement of a child
with a wrapped present;
the gift is in the tearing away.
.
I hear whispers in songs
I thought I knew and new music
pouring into me
from surprising places.
.
A sweetness is growing
within, spilling into my days
like a refreshing breeze
across an eternal spring.
.
Though leaves are falling,
I am lifted beyond what I know
or care to understand
and that is finally ok.
The Word Rummager 