
The deliberate act of movement
through space and time
the dance of breathing
in the next and next of loving
and all its needs
the losses and the gains
without measurement or touch
of hand or eye
the on and on of journeys
in the dusty clouds of lost
confusion and beginning
these are names we give
to living
in the not quite yet
and gone so soon
the thrumming in the heart of it all
I love this one!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Betty
LikeLike
Beautiful photo and poem!
LikeLike