"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The grace of gravity

Stillness is the key
to unlock this great green world
it is not until you sink
deep into the swing
through the wooden seat
into the wild earth
so that the breeze itself
becomes you breath
that the invisible door
hinged between two tall pines
opens just a crack
so you may glimpse
the world beyond
the dance of the dragonfly
part aerial dogfight
part Viennese waltz
the grace of gravity
guiding the twirling leaves
swirling like summer snow
it falls upon the pond
and the water holds its breath
there is a ripple of sheer delight
as sunlight brushes the surface
like a warm breath
on the back of a lover's neck
and you see now that humans
have much to learn of love
we think it is ours alone
but the shivering birch knows better

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