It is good to have
open ears
how else would you
hear the sound of God
moving
thru all things

live gently and
walk as if your
feet have
wings...

I am city no doubt
love the safe haven
of instability
and fast-moving cars
no room for death
There was a time
I was connected to the bracken
to the brooks and the wide open
fields filled with flowers
from the pages of yore
Nature spoke to me
the forest whisperer
I was in an enchanted land
created by me
I took refuge there
youth shielding me
from apathetic eyes
at the lonely black
girl talking to the sky.