The
Renegade
A
different bird calls from the wood edge
A
woodpecker hammers away
at
the hard bark of centuries
working
against the grain
slow
headway, one task at a time
I
search for your lips in wiry mustache
hair
wild from the night
strands
of your beard defy convention
shoot
off in their own direction
Rubber
boots slog confidently
through
the marsh
My
steps tentative
on
unseen uneven ground
water
seeps up and outward
I
struggle to pass tests
easy
for your wayward soul
Seeds
cling to my purple pants
My
camera seeks elusive cranes
The
pond floods over its banks;
raw
beauty, emotion uncontained
The
water finds its way
back
to the creek
Radha
Two
Lives
Two
lives hold me
Here
on your land
I
leave behind
the
details, connections, involvements
the
choices I have made
to
which I must return
Here
the land claims me
calls
me to wander
to
follow the primal bugle
of
the sandhill crane
quickening
in my heart
Great
flocks of geese
cross
the vast grey sky
hawks
circle gracefully
Breath
comes easy and peacefull
Holding
your strong hand
Radha
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