Would you defend me
In the world that is now yours and
Not mine.
Could we say we're sorry
Return to some semblance of glory
When we were a mutual
Appreciation society?
The chasm between says no,
The hope that springs from this space
With love glows
Can you see it's dim light, beyond the brightness of the Stars around you?
Mary Kirkpatrick 2/23/23
A path, rocky, strewn with jagged stones
Forced to tip toe barefoot
Even though...I chose it.
Restless, bored, tip toe on.
A dappled ray of sunshine,
Mesmerizing, peaceful, briefly loving,
Suddenly shadows, spectres, solipsistic pity,
Stop.
Wait.
Breathe.
Another branch of the path,
Passing near the ocean, the bath of nature,
How the waves can wash away the day's fretfulness,
A drowning, salty, caress.
Back, back to the twisting road of soul,
Chosen, yes, a choice, the will that was given in spite of the wholeness in spirit.
Let it ride, let it wave, let it weave,
Knowing the going home
Is to heal.
Mary Kirkpatrick 2/23/23
