“Oh hey there.” I felt myself say.Smiling in recognition,Sighing in relief.I found Joy on the steps to Swami’s,Never knowing I had let Her go.
Lost and Found
Awashed
River, riverFlowing throughWilderness.Ripples, RippleHaunting hollowsStillness.Rivulet, RivuletRunning roundFinessesRivers, riversPouring drownedCaresses.
Contrary Mary-Self
Small self, small self How do your defenses grow? With fearful thoughts of tomorrow And judgments molding each stone.
Triskel
Unfurling fanfare, The piper amid three pines Heralds, Heart-racing, Heady and free.
