writings on life

Roots

I’m clinging on like these gnarled anchors

I’m balancing on the water’s edge

Toeing the shoreline like a nimble dancer

My dog dives

The water glistens

I’m happy to be alive

Still looking for answers

Connected like the branches

Hovering the great lake

Climbing higher

Among the birds I listen

Holding unmet desire

Here with the sun and clouds I fit in

My dog floats

I’m on the roots over the water

Buoyant like hope

Turtles spring from the logs

Thud, thud

“Caaa-caaaa,” the heron yells

My dog barks

“Hallelujah!,” I shout happily

Blending in like a muddy bull frog

All creation sparks

Looking at You

I feel a rush

As I leap

The whole time You were waiting

Right there – holding a brush

Resurrection in the making

You’ve been looking at me

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