The Shape of Things

It is easy to spot the abundance

of some things in my life.

What shape do you suppose courage comes in?

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If I had been alone

If I had been alone,

I would have wept.

Laid myself down on that land that I love

tucked my heart tight against the ferns and wood violets
right there beside the stream

and let the tears flow

 

How is it possible to love a ground so much?

To ache with missing

the changing seasons

woodpeckers on widow makers

the way the light falls on brand new poplar leaves

 silver dollars of hope

and the smell - oh the smell

 

I was not alone.

I walked beside a soul as soothing as the heal-all plants

that grow along the path

who does not know the balm that's been applied on my chapped and tender heart

Who I love in ways that are unexplainable

and unmeasurable

but not enough

 

If I had been alone

I would have wept

 



Hinged

This photo is by my beautiful friend Patricia, whom I have never met, but love dearly.  She posted it for her 365 project with an invitation for words and this is what happened...

You can find her (and another friend of mine, Mrs Crow), at http://www.flickr.com/photos/stakos/ and http://halfcenturymarkhotel.com/