Wind among the trees
Sounding as if a river flowing,
Tasting joy and vunerability
In equal measures.
Nothing but the bluest of seas -
The swimmer swallowed.
Beyond the giving and receiving,
Swimming away from the shore -
So learning to swim again.
Each raindrop on the windscreen,
A fragment of the sky.
Some holding where they are,
Others running as thin streams.
So to discipline the heart
In the ways of heaven and earth,
Releasing the breath
Even though no rain is forecast.