Seed I sing to my belly, my unborn, casting lanterns on the water. I seek the silence of shadows, calling on angels and courage. I, alone, author a field of surrender, and lie down willing in deference to your name. I prepare a pallet before you, sprinkle rose hips on the portal. I wander the night into eternal mornings. Born late and winsome, without regret. I watch the river of your birth ford into foaming falls. I, alone, author a field of surrender and lie down willing in deference to your name. The Carriage House ...And whatever I do will become forever what I have done. ........................ - Wistawa Szymborska Doubling up slatted steps to knotty pine, frame to floor, under one persistent plum in a county of once grand estates and private orchards. Nectar, oozing and tart, covered us. All at once orbs fell from above the second story, plummeted faster than could be collected. Soured grasses receded below. For those few harvest weeks plums occupied every thought. Manic to the task of plucking, washing, pectin adding, filling, pouring, sealing jars. Aroma rich with simmering plums coming to luscious fruition. I recall the wide-open canopy of that tree, great birthing parachute, emerald shimmer like chenille, shawl draped over the strong square shoulders of the carriage house I once called home. Water Color # 6 - thunder sweet answers sailing adrift in silence thunder of peace thunder of words emerging from inside states of being the way things go the way they might have a new paragraph rendered sighting a completion a pause before reentry a sentry at the portal Cerberus unleashed fashioned for take-off set for release the thunder of release the streaks of fire stratus pyre glow of sunset here a woman is reborn the thunder of rebirth looking north west she prepares the hoop her staff of light unquenchable like the ocean, like Waimea like tears flow toward the moon like mother's potions for maladies broths of love and water balms of Gilead salves of respite Come rock me in your pheromones the musk of new horizons the tango of the wide open miraculous along the concrete sidewalks of despair the thunder of despair Main Page This site sponsered by