My river
Soul boiling through my veins
Feet intimate with your smooth-worn
Rounded stones
Grateful you didn’t send me
Sharp edges, here, today.
My heart
Is the sun, pulsing music
And life, through all who
Call me their center.
Today
I feel as a gong, struck:
One note, I resound deeply
As I sit, still.
Always there is music in the background,
Distant: a reed flute and a hand drum,
beckons as it praises,
Far away, as it makes
This world dance.
~Anna Chlewicki Lightfoot~
