Friday, July 2, 2010

Poem: Patterns

Movement of patterned light,
from leaf, blade or water,
mesmerizing in its inconstancy.
Arms and hands of oaks,
stirring rhythms against blue and grey,
the turning of the stars, silent and glorious.
The flowing Breath of Life,
songs of crickets, bird and child,
sung together beneath the arc of the sky.
All of us together, flying, breathing,
hoping, holding on for dear life,
reaching across fences with a smile.
A great truth: we need each other.
We do not, can not, must not swim alone.
Open our eyes and hearts to encompass.

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