A new poem...
A New Poem…
resembles a baby giraffe,
dropped
onto the ground, raising
her head, struggling to stand
on lanky legs her life
depends on it
or it mirrors a wild river
cascading thoughtless
over rocky terrain
quickens, gaining
traction as new streams
enter
pushes out—a new shoot,
tentative, its two tender
leaves driven upward
toward fullness
rarely pours onto the page
whole
lift your hands
allow her the shape
she already knows
Sweet words...thanks for sharing.
I, too, love the giraffe and the tender shoot...and the thoughtless river so full of sound and sense, but there--sentient in its beautiful way.