Deep strokes of the oars
Beneath the raft strong currents
Heading out into the tidal karma pull –
Following petals downstream.
A silent wall
with
Trembling leaves
Acting as shadow-
Darkness given a place,
also.
White frost crust clinging to earth
Clarity too
Footfall breaking through ice.
Each day
Slipping further into the soil
The bench –
Suddenly knowing where you are.
Black buds on the elderberry
Ambitious schemes
To find winter lost in spring,
A child among the trees.
Just beyond eye reach
Just raw feeling for company,
How one becomes,
A poem in the life of poetry.
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