There is an oasis from the heat
Where rubbled pathway leads to shade
And withering grass turns
to damp undergrowth for comfort.
That upward winding climb of transformation,
one step at a time,
From the bottom lands of ancient death
And pinnacles of sordid history,
To the cool air of respite, hope,
And joyful laughter,
head-tipped and rippling,
shouting out into the Universe
in deep gulps,
where every moment here,
is the perfect place to be,
A mimic of eternal grace
roots, bark, leaves
on breath, on skin,
In eyes light space of solace
calling me home,
over and over again.
Where once a navigator died,
still yet, another lives.
Aug 11, 2013 @ 00:24:19
Wondefully captured. Your poetry is definitely worth the wait, Karen. I’m in awe of your talent and the way your words always take me on such a beautiful journey.