Still...Life

hush
of undulating
grasses

sky
dilates blue

brush
lingers
over this;
thick, absorbent
medium—
life—
it wicks away
every drop.

i am thirsty.

yet, the color
of days
disappears,
pigment
softens at
the edge and is
rich in valley
low…

fragmented bits of
life, left
behind and i
miss the beauty of
wash over
wash that
creates full
picture.

time
blinks and
yet
there
is still…
life.

turn
your head
again,
my love.
meet
me in that
place we
used to be.

the
field between
us
grows
wild, unruly.

these murmuring
trees know
not
breath escaping
from
between parched
lips
thirsting,
dry—cracked.

first glance
sees only swaying
grass, mute
sky;
but underneath—still,
life.

look deeper,
my love, into
my soul. feel
my heart
beat and
miss under this
skin. am i not
flesh? am I
not holy?

let us again
paint with
opacity those
moments which shall
never be
diluted.


Watch Maria Shriver read a portion of her favorite poem here...