Somewhere

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~

Balancing, not so delicately,

on the heads of seven pins

I wake in the middle of the night

dazed by the hurrying of the sun and the moon through the sky.

~

Somewhere there is an open field

where the seeds of tall grasses live out their days

in dialogue with dew and stars,

Cicada legs thrumming the air

a stillness held in their cadence,

Where fire flies lace the leaves of trees in encircling forests

inscribing their delicate electrical tracings of desire,

a lit calligraphy of … hello, come see me

I am aflame with light

~

Somewhere there is an open field within me

amidst the deep woods of words 

the impregnable tall trees of thought

a vast silence of living

wrapt entirely in wonder

 

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Ground wire

wet ground~

I’ve begun to question

my needing you

~

the way

just the need

 fills me

~

If I give this strong current

room

to move me

in ways

unexpected

~

unhindered

~

through the wet ground of my being

~

am I becoming

a flower

in the jungle

of wild light?

~

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