Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The Art of Fetching Water



Carry two gallons of spring water

across the meadows.

Breathe deeply.

Heady air, cold hands.

Laboring breath.

Holy breath.

Black mountains wrap their arms around.

Twilight in the heavenly holler;

sleeping grey trunks of trees.

Focus mind meditation.

The pond is the mirrored mask of the skies.

Rippling water.

Two birds

take wing and fly.