we are kneeling
at a cliff's edge
in prayer
or defeat
rocks enthroned
trees congregate
benumbed
or tranquil
there you are born
dropping headfirst
like a diver
into life
your body, landscape
your cries a chorus
all longing
and love
__________
Pic: E.M.'s post-dinner pic of Max and Huck.
1 comment:
Oh, my goodness, maya. This poem is perfection. It's gotten everything right. I can see the images and I don't know whether to cry or gasp. Wow wow wow!
Brilliant.
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