Safety and Vulnerability – poem
Safety and Vulnerability
by K
though winds have blown the dust of my footprints
eroded the valleys of my passage
and new grasses, and small trees have taken root
the message the wind carries still whispers
the same.
and if I were to lead you here
the quiet spaces where the breath escapes
then gently fills, renews
if I were to lead you here, this landscape
where my soul tangles in the bare branches
is carried like a ribbon on the breeze
what mark would you bring?
How deep would your toes reach
to place themselves in these sands
how careful would they gage their landing?
And could the hieroglyphics of their departure
map my way back to where you stand?
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