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Upon my stoop I sat,
and from there I drank from the large bowl of fertility before me.
The clouds, they kissed me awake.
Winged vocals floated to me, welcoming me,
inviting me to sing.
Only my eyes could respond.
Drinking deep, life interrupted me.
A chorus of diversity, tuned in brilliant hues. Complimented by familiar church
bells
ringing of sameness, promising stability.
My roots just planted,
needed only what was offered to hold me fast.
So natural and so abundant.
So fragile yet so resilient.
Space
Openness
Deep green foliage and dark rich soil.
Needing no owner,
caring little if tilled today.
Mountains
shouldering the responsibility of the skies.
Oceans of blues
stretching beyond comprehension
inviting wonder.
Jamar |
