I come outside
take a breath.
It’s strange I have to
step outside the glass
to properly be,
as though I’m ever afraid of feeling cold
when in fact,
the cold enlivens me.
solid and true
You never seem
to change your mood.
The winds can try to blow you down
the constellations can spin around
solid and true.
And yet it is as
though your energy
through and through
As though all movement of god
is at the core of you
and as though if I listen with my body
and my breath
and my bow
You tell me of the slow-changing nature
Image: by Adam Noack. “Art is something that happens.”
Title: The French word branchement means “connection.”
This poem sat untouched in my drafts since 2020-03-10 15:27 (according to the history timestamp ;)). The temperature here in Auvergne has since warmed, but the sentiment remains the same. A recent comment-conversation about process, on one of my other blogs, sobrietytree.com, with the amazing Rachel from InMindAndOut, about her latest galactically-gorgeous poem called “Touch,” got me to check my drafts folder here at Bloomwords, this morning, and as a result, pick this one out for the publish-button. 🌱 With gratitude for all the enlivening conversations on WP.
Happy spring! Let’s try to make the bloom-synergizing best, out of everything. ☀️🌻
p.s. Always grateful for your stars (“likes” ;)) and beautiful words. 💛 To paraphrase Kim, in a different comment-conversation, they are like a loving touch in the dark. 🌟💫 Thank you. 🌌 💙