life, retrieved

appropriating life,
digging fingernails in,
finding the source behind the beat of a blue-lined pulse —

claiming what lay patiently, irritated,
at feet forgotten —

recognizing, without reacting,
laughing, without meaning,
breathing, without thinking —

there is freedom in full lungs and sore legs.

cupped hands can be, like a weavers basket,
tight and holding, all the goodness you wish to see

if you wish to see it.


This entry was published on March 11, 2013 at 1:16 pm and is filed under creative conversation, emotions and stuff, happy heart, happy life, honest conversation, life, life and living, photography, poetry, rambles and writing, words, writing. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

2 thoughts on “life, retrieved

  1. i especially love the last three lines.

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