for now I climb out of the river
Onto a sunny rock,
And watch the light play, a golden echo
Sketched across my face.
There is a place for silence here,
Where motion is a small coming and going,
And all that can be heard is the drip of sunlight,
Drops of water tumbling off wet hair,
The simple, almost imperceptible sigh of the earth exhaling,
The stretching of a budding flower,
My own rhythm beneath fragile bones
All this is the music of my love.
Still the thoughts that chatter like incessant insects in my head,
Take me to where change remains a constant, wash these grey stones clean
She says to wait, to hush, to listen,
To receive, just let go.
She folds me in her arms as wide as sky,
She Who Is, with silver hair and purple eyes.