Like a Bird

Crouching on battered hands and knees, with focused flight, she goes

bowing from the turbulence on her Path—still unfolding

forward, she lifts in flight, upwardly to the stars and goes with focus

tenacious, it is all she knows in this day and tomorrow, this way.

Those who cradled her to their breasts, whispered, “Go in peace and love”

sending her off and out to live life with early riveted focus—flying, she goes

fielding mountainous terrain, low fertile valleys and broad open plains

rich in deep relationship—with focused flight she goes with love in her heart.

Kat

17 October 2016

Fog

In the heat of the baking sunlight,

the force of sand-whipping winds,

thinly oxygenated high mountain air—

there is a clarity within

that holds fast. 

The elements tether hearts and minds, firmly

to the crusted fissured landscape, drawing

the last two percent of moisture from our pores. 

The penitentes drag weighted crosses

on bloodied knees

baring sweated brows and

bulging veined arms. 

Flies hover, bite and amass

on wounded backs of man,

living off the pores of sweat and stink

that feed them well. 

Our plights, with which we wrestle,

small perhaps, yet immense,

draw us deeply within,

holding us down on bending knees—

with humility, molding us into our shadowed form

whether through mortification of the flesh

or by weathering the environmental dearths

until releasing us—

when obscurity becomes bright with clarity

and the heart sings with light.

Kat

3 October 2016

Conversation At 14

Golden bulbous muscle,

wild grainy strands, massed—

a swishing tail against flies and heat,

sweat and sweet hay-smell

wrapping her cocooned hairied body—

moisture and heart

pulsing through to my hands

on her breast,

her face,

thighs,

and with deep soulful breaths

through widening nostrils

she stomps her language

with her hooves

on dry sun baked soil

disturbing dust into the air

and my heart

in unison with hers.

Kat

3 October 2016