the peace of wild things…
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
– Wendell Berry –
‘tween the sheets
this new day dawns
with my lips devouring yours
our morning smells
mingling
under well-loved sheets
your name on my tongue
lover
my mind you have mated
and amazed my sight
how can i not
hold you in my waiting
my cooing dove
feel me reach
into countless tomorrows
not once letting go
this new day dawns
with its everythings and nothings
chosen and prescribed
promised
living moments given to an other
beyond the edge
of our bed’s horizon
so you caress your doubt
and search
my eyes for hope-giving light
that there is enough
to keep me near
when i am already
here
kissing you in bed
L
– Lola Moi –