SometimesI think I might as well besnorkeling on the sidewalkfor all the good it does mewalking herethe pendulumof my lifeswings to my lossand to my gainand somewhere in the middleI amsnorkeling on the sidewalk
This is great
The gnarled roots of the Mother Tree
Reach out and solicits Love
To my wanting heart.
She speaks to me of things I never
Experienced, but want to remember.
She pulls me close and promises me
No commitment, yet her cunning is
Almost too much to resist.
I want her Love,
And her gentle words
So I give in.
Then she asks more of me.
Draining my Love until I have no more
When I finally release myself,
Paying off all the Love
I consumed so greedily
from her sweet roots,
I remember why I stopped
Walking through forests after dark.
Brown like Earth in its true form. Free like the breeze on a warm summer day. Flows like life, unpredictable like love, Lift my hem to the heavens above. Clothe me in dirt, set me free. Touch the soul of a younger me. With mother nature I shall flirt. Strut my stuff in my hippie skirt.
My first word. I was one and I knocked on my parents closed door, and when they asked who it was I said “Me”.