Sunday, April 11, 2010

Thirsting for the sky

Let me lie here,
with my shoulders,
hips and thighs,
head and heels
touching the deep rich earth,
and drink in the sky,
tip this clear bottle to my thirsty lips
and sip the nectar of clouds and blue:
I'm thirsty now
for starlight and moonbeams
for sunshine
and rain
and the soft mists
that drift over the water
on a cool spring morning.
Let the sky pour
in and through me,
and watch new growth
spring up around me
as earth explodes with new life.

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

The poem is a perfect send-off. Come back refreshed.