Saturday, December 20, 2014

one moment









i will grasp … 
hold on loosely - ( thank you Wild-Eyed Southern Boys
as if there is an equation for that …. 
the tattered ribbons of our human-ness 
fragility ruby-pink & dusty with forgetfulness
hold on 
as 
life 
is
flame-flicker-short
but brimmed with sweetness
the electric fire of our soul burns 
with this invincible thread of connection 
saffron starred & tender
smelling of fresh mown grass, sex and shortbread
pierced to the marrow of our shared quilted sorrow & joy
steeled, but yeilding
broken, but not
present, but removed to the blue of the coming solstice sky 
snow is in the forecast
bring it 
taste the snowflake upon your tongue
and
remember . . . 
this is life 

1 comment:

  1. Lovely taste of life in all its wonder and fragility.

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