US girls on the road. Big face me.
Tender is the heart in history’s ramble
Shared stories of love and loss lays us open
At the belly of our lives consumption
That fed us for six decades to meet at the
gut and give in the safety of friendship
In rush our tears and laughter we tremble
The weather of us meets in sunrises and tidal waves
Shining and drowning one moment to the next
Grateful for the gathering of heart to heart
In the unexpected wonder how time is meaningless
The heart and soul have no time frame or suspense
Love’s flow knows all our sunrises and tempestuous seas
It knows the gratitude of friendship that holds no judgement
In the glory of giving freely all that you have ever been
And have hoped to be in the coral wonder and slamming waves
Sacred is the gathering of ourselves laid at this altar
Of surrender under the northern Michigan sky and
The white cap grey of the Big Lake’s vastness
Natures children sharing our elements and seasons together.
LIke the trees, we are naked to each other, fearless to any weather.
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 