Life is a Journey - Enjoy the trip.
Stirred12/14/93 OUT OF THE MIST WAVES RISE UP TO GREET THE WIND ROLLING, TUMBLING MOVING FOREVER FORWARD TO THE SHORE.
THROUGH THE MIST RAIN POKES ITS FINGERS INTO THE WAVES STIRING IN THE WIND THAT IT GATHERED ON ITS WAY DOWN.
WITHIN ME MY BODY HOLDS THE WAVES OUTSIDE ME MY BODY FEELS THE SHORE THE WIND AND RAIN HAVE SHOWERED A COOLNESS THROUGH ME I AM STIRRED. |
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Copyright ©1993 by Gwen McDaniel
7/8/92
A ONE INCH FRAGIL PLANE OF LACY COLD
SHARING ITS FALL WITH MILLIONS OF OTHERS JUST LIKE HER
TO THE GROUND
TO THE EARTH
STOP JUST SHORT ON THE TIP OF MY NOSE.
WOULD I HAVE BEEN IN A HURRY
LIKE ALL THE TWO LEGGED SPECIES CALLED HUMAN
GETTING INTO, GETTING OUT OF
CARS, BUSES AND AIRPLANES
I WOULD HAVE BRUSHED HER OFF
OR PLAYED IGNORANCE OF THE FRESHLY WET SPOT.
BUT, TIRED OF THE GAME OF THE SEARCH
TO BE, TO GO, TO GROW, TO GROAN,
I HAD STOPPED, LOOKED UP,
AND SAW THE WHITE MULTI STAR
FALLING GENTLY AND FELT HER LANDING GENTLY
WHERE EVEN CROSSED EYES CANNOT SEE.
Copyright ©1992 by Gwen McDaniel
Look about you, the answer is there.
