a heart so wild Kaye Spivey
It’s like you’d been inside That space I couldn’t slide into,
everything we know Laurence Holden
Fingers of coming light trace Pine along the far ridge untethered above the mist. Just a chimera drifting in and out of sight, in and out of existence, as if playing with the idea of being and not being. River too does this, but in her own way taking everything with her but never leaving. We too, in our own way, believing, unbelieving, hoping and refusing hope, singing and crying. I have not spoken of such things in a long while now. Could not, my mouth stuffed with rocks and sand, so much not understood. I could have drowned, not knowing how mountains and rivers move, rise and fall in an instant here and now, for all in the quick arrow of light loosed upon this world. Everything
I, the quiet storm Still out of step And tumbling up the coast. You reminded me that trees grew here, And that when they were restless They picked up And sailed. You reminded me of what the wind can do When you stop standing in it And let it move you.
monsoons Kaye Spivey
The rain changes everything a little bit, Redirects the morning. The spitfire breath Of nine hour days lazes off To the lightning and thunder That doesn’t scare anyone When it cracks across the whole, wide sky And leaves footprints of the storm In the corners of the clouds. A moment for a coffee break, A moment for sometimes we stand around waiting As the warm air rises off the mountains And the clouds sink down, Fill in the spaces Where the sea used to be.
we could not know changes, yet remains the same.
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