March 14, 2012

poem 79 of a poem a day for 2012


vining what tines me 
to your splendor
this never-ender 
of seeing myself 
off the shelf and 
in this constant turn 
of the wheel
wet clay from 
dust covered
seasons that peel me 
in and throughout 
the bramble to wine 
of crawling to feel
crawling to stand again
crawling for all 
of what pours 
from the sky 


I open my hands 
and heart 
and mouth 
to quench thirst 
of someone 
like you
patient enough
to see
like me
has Love
to drink

EJR (c)

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