Gathering (In Memories)
Tribu…taries we
driftwood from the sea
we walk the shore of
evermore
to see
Ashore the gale force winds
the storm the sails the waves
the frequency of winding trails bring us
to aware
The gathering point above the cliffs
of what what ifs
we exist and non exist no precipice
our steps become and we ascend
through fields friends family
we are relative to what
matter
what matters
We tributaries weaving winding finding
a far greater design
so near the within knows
no without
gathering about we find no loss only the
knowing
that love casts a way and our stay
found
twas loved
3/27/22
