12.25.14

poems wait frozen  in the winter pond while blue breaks through  a habit of cloud like a bright answer. on this day (on any) would that i could give you this: a moment to know yourself as a body in the every body, as a body made of light.

poems wait frozen
in the winter pond
while blue breaks through
a habit of cloud
like a bright answer.
on this day (on any)
would that i could give you this:
a moment to know yourself
as a body in the every body,
as a body made of light.

kf | backyard, Bryant Pond, ME

true. there is no calm after the storm. but, there is this. did I ever say I was looking for calm? perhaps. and yes. yes, I'll take this.

true.
there is no calm
after the storm.
but, there is this.
did I ever say I was looking for calm?
perhaps. and yes.
yes,
I’ll take this.

kc | Stonington Point, Stonington, CT

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