Pilgrimage…. day two… The laze of Florida on a grey day. My brother’s 70th birthday
Silence is noisy
Presses in on my quiet
The gather of this day
from my night sleep
is slow to open
with eyes closed
and heart tentative
in the receiving
If it is desert that lays before me
calling me in further to the deep
There is no arid, no whip of sand
in my eyes, or the sear of Sun
This moment hears
The tick of time pass
Little left of it
for my sibling
being devoured
from the inside out
wanting more time
A little more time
My desert has scattered oasis
of palm and beach, shell and glass
I thirst for wisdom and heart song
I drink of the mirror and fall into the whirl
I might find the quiet
in the noisy silence
as the day unfolds
and the heart is restless
Maybe a dive in the sea
in the womb of salt tears
with the sea glass and shells
and the wet desert sand
So moving and powerful. Thinking of you.
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