In girlhood I
was a disciple of space:
black loam land on and on--
and heaven's deep blue bowl pouring
air upon air
to the rounded horizon
and over--
and swallows slicing sky
to feed new young each year
in barns dying their slow,
dignified deaths.
When David rejoices
that God has lifted him
atop a fortress rock,
it is that space I see,
inhale the breathlessness
of an ocean of breath
above a quiet land.
was a disciple of space:
black loam land on and on--
and heaven's deep blue bowl pouring
air upon air
to the rounded horizon
and over--
and swallows slicing sky
to feed new young each year
in barns dying their slow,
dignified deaths.
When David rejoices
that God has lifted him
atop a fortress rock,
it is that space I see,
inhale the breathlessness
of an ocean of breath
above a quiet land.
It is the high Alpine medows of the Sierras that I see
ReplyDeleteAbove 12,000 feet
Abover timberline,
Where you can walk wherever your eye roams.
I got transplanted to the East.
I will be going to my land in 2 weeks to prepare the garden and repair he deer fence.
The view is limited, but the trees familiar.
Keep planting until you feel planted.
I am not yet planted here in the East, but my children are,
So the land where they first knew nature is where I take myself to see what David saw.
Thanks for your lovely comment, Newell! May your trip back to your land be doubly blessed!
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