A Meditation

 
My feet touch yours

soul to soul, heel to heel, the toes
dancing a rhythm.
I am not alone.

My back rests against 

the back that rests against me,

there is no mine

there is no yours

our spines aligned. 

There is no other.

I look into your eyes as we stand

toe to toe, palms lightly clasped as
our bellies embrace.
I am safe.

I reach up and know you are beside me, raising your arms as I raise my own and then, there are hands again, fingers tips reaching down for mine, touching, connecting; joining together. 
I smile as one.

 

Autumn Sky

The bruise of sky, heavy
with rain yet fallen,
nudges the mountains aside and
lays claim to my heart.

Although slightly affronted
I am comforted
by these ponderous beings,
their unspoken tears
a gentle lament

to a summer gone by.

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