July 30, 2018

The sun pushes down with a million tiny fingers,
while the breath of Superior moves through me.
Life's weather swirls swiftly, stubbornly unexpected,
so I grasp the calm, hugging it tightly to me.
Waves play a rhythm while my heart seeks the timing,
the birds sing their hallelujah chorus.
This is my place, my refuge, my home,
where I can lose sight of this tree for the forest.

February 10, 2019

July 10, 2018