March 4, 2012

poem 65 of a poem a day for 2012


watch me

between the bones
between the spine-arms
of trees,fat belly up
slow lean into Her
Her carriage so willing
to carry our intentions
She bends each exhale
into the breadth of night
She kisses
both wind
and cloud
womb warms
what incubates
instant memories and
childhood wonder
She plants
herself in
each journey
through winter

EJR (c)

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