Waking

For Piet, January 2013

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Waking

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In the shine of sun

a bird hears

what is under the earth

around the pulsing

anchors of trees

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Upon vines

a spirit is grafted

in wishes of calm

unending growth

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Through light and shadow

lifted

as if waking from a dream

certain you can fly

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3 thoughts on “Waking

  1. There’s a very quiet power to this poem . . . and you really do capture with such poignancy the interplay of light and shadow, and what emerges within us when something/someone is gone.

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