Sunday, March 31, 2013

Any small gift

I breathe river air
Because I can’t live without it
My lungs flush
With the rush of wings
And the rustle of cattails,
All of it filling me up
Until it oozes out every pore
My life is rich with small gifts
Even when they are remote,
Even when I can never own them
Or even touch them,
They somehow own me
Touching me in a million ways
And make me ache
In ways that amaze me,
I take them in with each breath
Grateful for the little I get,
Letting them own me
From the inside out,
Letting them touch me
When I cannot touch them,
Letting them take root in me
To bloom inside of me
To treasure, a personal harvest
Of precious fruit
No one can see but me.

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