Freedom

Later today we shall picnic with family...breaking bread in celebration.

But nothing says freedom to me like stolen moments shared in nature. Freedom is to loose joy, to feel safe in letting heart soar. Simple times spent with my boys, exploring...playing...experiencing their world...

These are the things for which my heart gives thanks today.



We stand on bridge
and stare down
into crystal depths
and rippling currents
in
you throw
leafy vessel
and we race to other side
to see--
watch
as it rushes through
carried by
what
I cannot see
this pull of earth
so strong
sometimes
I feel it
pull me
down
until I
am rushing through
to the other side.

This poem was one of my gopoems, a gift for Sarah in Laure's poetry blessing project.