on my morning walks I take leave of all things rational
a song of songs whistling through my bones
staggering beauty, yawning melodies
and everything falls away into the enduring horizon
the birds know there is no distance
between imagination and the divine
love is the kind of thing
you sometimes see from the corner of your eyes
while looking to one side
there it is
overflowing like a spring river
with that recognizable ‘first timeness’
climbing up inside you
I taste seaweed and seawater, jade green and pine
and all things I have my heart set on
in the spirit of evocation
and the pealing of bells
I am authentically pure, ringingly
myself
xox
~ Maddie ~
‘I am not a painter, i am a poet and if i can’t be the poet I will be the poem’