I come to you
so often
broken
mute
dark
and at my worst:
day
by
day,
the wind
clears
my fears,
the river
cleanses
my rigid
knotted
body:
ice cutting
flesh,
the moon
lulls my soul
the stars
fall
and I sing
my best
lullaby
a long
tune
that echoes
past
the highest ridge
past
the many years
past
the lost dreams
past
this
same
moment
over and over.
You’ve heard it all,
silent witness:
and yet
you embrace me:
ponderosa
sage
aspen
wildflowers
wrens
hawks
antelope
elk
deer
coyotes,
and so much more,
you gift me.
You lull me
in your embrace
wind
blowing
doubt
into
the darkest cave
lost
in the deepest gulch
swirling
in years
of dust.
You are
my soul place
where
I find
my voice once again,
year after year.
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