Friday, June 13, 2014

Deep River

I listen
for the sound of water 
in a dry stream bed . . .
the pulse of yes 
beginning in my veins

a spring
rises out of the earth—
I drink
from its oak-dark eye
a glimmer of starlight 

like silk against my skin
I swim naked
in a sea of words
waiting to be born

    ~Lynx 29: 1, Feb. 2014 


  1. the 3rd one really speaks to me - it's marvelous

  2. They all speak to me, and I like how they work together. But maybe I'll choose the second as my own favorite!