I’m thinking about the un-see-able
The magical, the mysterious
The caress of speeding air
That supports the wing in flight
The palpable energy in the look
between two lovers
The turn of the earth
The exchange of water in the ocean
The thrill in my body when my nose
Is tucked into the skin folds
Of a newborn’s neck, and when
I smell beautiful innocence
The nudge of this season’s
Whisper to the birds
Take flight, spread your wings
Its time, head north
The transformation of caterpillar
To butterfly wings
And I am grateful
For all that is still mystery
Janet E. Hartwick Sterk
4.30.16
Rick
Beautiful
HealingJourneys
Thank you Rick! My memoir project has been stealing my time lately, but the poems still murmur their tunes even if pen doesn’t find the paper.
Camille
I am grateful that connections in friendship remain a mystery as well.
HealingJourneys
As am I dear Camille. Your pilgrimage looks awe-inspiring. It will be lovely to reconnect.