Here we stand together
on Lucille’s bridge, caught
between star-shine and clay.
This current quest ends today,
but tomorrow we continue.
Waters of life keep flowing
and we will go with them.
Through peace or turbulence
it makes no difference
because we have found that very thing
for which we have been seeking.
It has brought us, once again,
that simple joy and wonder to be found
in being one who breathes, and is
Note: Sherry gave me the word “bridge”, and I knew immediately that I would go back
to Lucille Clifton’s birthday poem. But then got sort of stalled with a hundred different
ways, or paths, I could take. Went searching through my files, here on line, skimming
through my past Napo journeys. Found the song and knew it was exactly what I
needed. And it was. Listened to it and knew right where I was going.
I haven’t written any poetry in the past year. Too busy finishing and editing my
almost 200 pages of “poetic memoir.” I was very hesitant to begin this year and
it shows in those first pieces I wrote. It is a most amazing, and humbling experience
to be a writer/poet seeking to hopefully find her own voice.