Here is my morning poem through the fear to the juiciness of my insides.
Juicy,
the Sacred Within
this
morning
a
lavender sheet
of
fog
walks
toward me,
thickens
like
a blanket,
wanting
to warm
my
fear -
I
enter
as it
comes around
to
embrace my back,
a
hand,
the
heart, of a hand,
the
land,
where
fear
embraced
is
winter, spring,
summer,
fall -
stained
with color,
juiciness wiggling,
like
worms,
through
apples,
and
birds.
