Tuesday, September 29, 2015

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.


Thursday, September 24, 2015

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.