Saturday, April 7, 2018

Garden Day

the overture of something new is found 
in the swell of the ground, in the pulse that 
subtly, shockingly, reverently, makes its way
from the ground to my heart.

this is CPR; the land beneath me and the sky above 
Work in conjunction to align arrhythmias 
And I would be foolish to say that I was never 

One with You. 

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