Group Poem
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
Dance light-footed across the bog of softness
Still I rise, no blind eye turned to hold the mirror, my soul rises
Tough times do not last, but tough teams do
I imagine light arrowing through rain and sparkling like shiny confetti
Bridges will come if you follow the path, cross them or burn them, you,
Phoenix, can fly
Small, nourishing moments of quiet devotion
By dawn, the sun has whispered to each of the baby blooms in her care
I rise in praise of trees and water
Stick it Ginger! Go find your sacred space . . .
Go experience the grass on the other side
I dream of wide open spaces
Where I can dance naked in the sunlight
Dawn was breaking over the estuary
And those days, when life calls on you to weep - do.
I rise with the slow-dropping snow
The sheer reach of this mountain range uplifts me
The secret of the earth is its patience
You can't unring the bell
I drink to the smell of baby’s skin that was rare before Covid.
