Saturday, May 29, 2010

The River



Crevice, crook and cranny, digging in my toes for balance

The rock face illuminated by the sun lowering in the sky

Cedar bough chandeliers hang over head, the damp scent clears my mind

Perched on a ledge, I close my eyes

Starbursts shine through my eyelids, blindside, right side up

Warm wind, wet dogs, muddy riverbed, all soft breath and rushing water

Rib cage expands, contracts, back settles against stone in gratitude

Heart moves, open, a quiet receiving, a pulsing winding river.

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