This one is for Nicki Larue. I found most of the first stanza in her words on Friday. Oh my, I have just pooped out on this. It’s a daunting task. I think that I will write more of these, many more, but giving myself more than a day or two to finish.
It’s all one big pool.
One fountain, one single source.
Only take what’s yours for today.
Connect yourself to Earth and Sky and spread your wings.
Listen through the words, for the word that gets overlooked;
that one word could hold the whole story.
You are the Teller of your own story.
Don’t be afraid to dive into the pool,
but remember not to leap before you’ve looked
and swim against the current, to your source
where you will rise from the waters, find your wings
and fly into the dawning of the day.
And it’s your new day,
each moment a new story,
the minutes winging
swiftly past, pooling
into hours, whirling into the source,
a mirror into which you look,
like an open book, you look
each blossoming day
into that source
for clues to your story,
you look into that pool
and see your reflection, with wings,
dusted with color, like butterfly wings
and you turn to look
behind you, to where a pool
of shadow heralds the ending of day,
closing another chapter in your history,
another truth drawn from your source.
Darkness descends, the source
of light extinguished, you fold your wings,
pause in the telling of the story,
listen for that one word which you have overlooked.
Watch how the night overcomes the day,
how darkness spreads outward like a pool.
Heidi Kindon suggested a poem on Nourishment. I love it. It’s time to step out of the form a little while and hit up a theme. Who will join me?
1. Seven happy hens
2. A brown egg, a beige egg, and a double-yolked blue egg
3. Homemade doughnuts for supper!
4. Watching Here Comes Santa Claus with the family–my favorite Christmas movie. Yes, and nearly a month late. . .
May we walk in beauty.