Thursday, May 26, 2011

The Rivers I Have Hidden From The Sea / 2011

Reaching For A Heaven We Already Hold In Our Wandering Hearts

A pilgrimage across
strange topography,
to your bright eyes,
to my curiosity's survey.

Jaguar shadows
follow our bushwhacked,
beaten back, Braille deer paths -
they inform the light breaking above, upon, beyond
the ridge our compass thoughts desire to reach before dusk.

The trees stand with their crucified limbs before us
reaching for a heaven we already hold in our wandering hearts.

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