Saturday, November 14, 2015

Girl By the River

She stands by the river, pulls the hem of her skirt up
      wades into the middle of the stream
and stands by a rock

She lets the wind blow through her hair
     raises her arms as if to fly
twirls and spins and dances like a 
     leaf blown into the sky

and her senses are all heightened
   by the beauty of her natural being
she could look all day and still not believe
    the beauty that she's seeing

she thinks:
Has this been here all my life
and I just haven't been aware?
She thinks of all those wasted days and how she's just begun to care

A voice goes through her head that says:
Don't take it for granted
What if the sun stopped shining?
What if the wind stopped blowing?
What if your world started 
slowing down?

In a forest shadowed quiet, she warms her hands by a fire
   with dappled sun, mossy greens, and browns
nature's spiritual attire

and the silence fills her head: it's an overwhelming sound
  so she lifts her voice like an owl at night
until it circles all around

she thinks:
has this been here all my life
and I just haven't been aware?
she counts her blessing once again 
and wonders how to share

She pulls her wrap around her, steps her way back to her bed
     remembers to be grateful for all
around and overhead

For the world is deep in wonder
and the sky holds mysteries, bound
tomorrow she'll tell everyone she sees
of the secrets that she's found

What if your world starts
slowing down?





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