Oct 2021
I love to hang out here with you
in this room
where your green bodies
stand up
point to the sky
face the light.
In your soil
my life is renewed
my spirit takes root each day
in your silence
being here a prayer without words.
May I re-learn each morning
to move from my darkness
and face the light with you.
in this room
where your green bodies
stand up
point to the sky
face the light.
In your soil
my life is renewed
my spirit takes root each day
in your silence
being here a prayer without words.
May I re-learn each morning
to move from my darkness
and face the light with you.
Each morning I come into what we call our garden room where a multiplicity of plants face outward toward a wall of windows. In this solitude I join you, my fellow poets, in our fertile creating where we take time to lift our eyes from our sorrows and let our hearts take flight. It is good to be here with you, each of us sitting down and standing up in our vibrant garden rooms.
