in the light
in the wood
I stood-
seeping like moss
reaching like cedars
unfurling and arching
like the jewelled, dewey crowns
of ferns.
Moist air exchanges through
my skin, my lungs-
in my breath the flowing streams
connect and cross and
this moment,
this pillar tree trunk moment
here between footsteps-
I am taken and freed
dying and born
opening and closing
silent and resounding
balancing the ever-changing
ebb and flowing
                                Wendi Lopatecki

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Joanne Green
    Apr 01, 2011 @ 19:53:04

    Your words are beautiful- oh so beautiful!


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