Sunday, October 9, 2011

Red earth in a pickle jar

Words came to me at dawn;
like music
they roused me
to the other side of consciousness.

Stillness gained ground
with each new birdsong
and mental habitat mended.

Stillness amassed with your arrival,
the air became thick with golden sound
and your silence warmed me.

I buried my limbs in red sand:
such gravity I’d never known,
drawn to the earth
my heart did rest,
deep and content.

October 2011

1 comment:

  1. I love the final verse about how the earth can hold you. Are there photos?